| First a bunch of flying saucers flew over
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| Then I smelled the burning metal reek of Nova
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| And the CIA and Jehovah
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| Said blame it on the bossa nova
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| Time is on my side
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| Slime is on my tide
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| I ride my time slide all the time
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| I’m lazy
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| Mickey Mouse is watching from his well-known dial
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| He knows a miss is as good as a mile
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| The rescue party’s probing through the smoking pile
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| Time capsules sure are different from time bombs
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| So I told everybody come on over
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| If you got another Nova coming over
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| It’s okay to bring another Nova over
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| You can blame it on the bossa nova
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| How did primitive man survive
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| Bound by lust, he couldn’t count past five
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| In the hustle to stay alive
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| He’s sidetracked
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| He put on clothing and an ordered mind
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| Left his instincts all far behind
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| Dropped his rhythm and picked up time
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| And now he’s out there looking for a ride back
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| Sometimes old awful cold people Nova
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| Sometimes Don Juans from Villanova Nova
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| Square and round flat and oval people Nova
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| They can all blame the bossa nova |