| It started at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere
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| Sitting beside me was a man with no hair
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| From the look on his face to the size of his toes
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| He’d come from a place that nobody knows
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| Oh, maybe I’m hallucinating
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| Hyperventilating
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| Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky
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| Maybe I’m hallucinating
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| Hyperventilating
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| If you asked me now then I couldn’t tell you why
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| I’ve been sitting here too long
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| By a man from Milwaukee
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| He’s talking too long
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| On his yellow walkie talkie
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| He’s talking to Mars
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| But I think he’s wacky
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| He says they’ll come get him
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| Come get him some day
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| He says that where he’s from is called Albertane
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| There they use more than ten percent of their brain
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| But you couldn’t tell it from they way they behave
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| They run around in underwear and they never shave
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| Oh, maybe I’m hallucinating
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| Hyperventilating
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| Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky
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| Maybe I’m hallucinating
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| Hyperventilating
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| If you asked me now then I couldn’t tell you why
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| I’ve been sitting here too long
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| By a man from Milwaukee
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| He’s talking too long
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| On his yellow walkie talkie
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| He’s talking to Mars
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| But I think he’s wacky
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| He says they’ll come get him
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| Come get him some day
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| This is Mother Bird calling Baby Bird
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| Baby Bird come in, come in Baby Bird
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| For the love of Pete come in
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| This is Baby Bird, sorry I was watching Court TV
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| Do you copy? |
| Do you copy?
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| Of course we copy, 24 hours a day, in color
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| You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the rest
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| The man sitting by me who was just barely dressed
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| Flew off to Milwaukee or perhaps Albertane
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| And left me at the bus stop, just barely insane
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| And, oh, maybe I’m hallucinating
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| Hyperventilating
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| If you asked me now then I couldn’t tell you why
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| I’ve been sitting here too long
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| Thinking 'bout Milwaukee
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| I’ve been talking too long
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| On my yellow walkie talkie
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| I’m talking to Mars
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| You might think that I’m wacky
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| I know they’ll come get me
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| Come get me some day
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| I know they’ll come get me
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| And take me away
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| I know they’ll come get me
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| Come get me some day
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| If not tomorrow
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| Then maybe today |