| He loved to listen to sports from Spain
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| Newscasts from Nebraska
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| Mariachi music from Mexico
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| And weather reports from Alaska
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| He heard talk shows in Texas and Tennessee
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| And a ballgame in Baltimore
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| But one night he listened to something strange
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| That he’d never heard before
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| He turned the volume all the way up
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| Until it hissed and it crackled and popped
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| A few minutes later he turned it off
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| And his ears rang after it stopped
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| He scratched his head and rubbed his eyes
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| Then a grin spread across his face
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| Somehow he figured that what he had heard
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| Was coming from outer space
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| The song was sincere and simple
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| But it lacked any wit or charm
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| It sounded a lot like a cross between
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| A drill and a burglar alarm
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| It might have been music from Venus
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| That he listened to that night
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| But I think it was probably the static you hear
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| When your radio’s not tuned in right |