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    (I Married A) Monster From Outer Space by John Cooper Clark

    The milky way she walks around
    All feet firmly off the ground
    Two worlds collide, two worlds collide
    Here comes the future bride
    Gimme a lift to the lunar base
    I wanna marry a monster from outer space

    I fell in love with an alien being
    [She had a head as big as a TV screen]
    Whose skin was jelly, whose teeth were green
    [A glutinous complexion with a day-glow sheen]
    She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare
    Feet like water-wings, purple hair
    I was over the moon, I asked her back to my place
    And then I married the monster from outer space

    The days were numbered, the nights were spent
    In a rent-free furnished oxygen tent
    Where a cyborg chef served up moonbeams
    Done super-rapid on a laser beam
    I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
    When I married the monster from outer space

    But when we went walking tentacle in hand
    You could sense that the earthlings would not understand
    They’d go nudge nudge when we got on the bus
    Saying “It’s extra-terrestial, not like us;
    And it’s bad enough with another race,
    But fuck me… a monster! from outer space?”

    In this kind of atmosphere love went lame
    She took a flare to from where she came
    I read all the papers, looked up the stars
    “Uranus is active and so is Mars”
    My horoscope was horrible, told me to my face –
    Avoid monsters from outer space

    In a cybernetic fit of rage
    She pissed off to another age
    She lives in 1999
    With her new boyfriend, a blob of slime
    Each time I see a translucent face
    I remember Errrrxxzztt from outer space.

    I’m sorry I’m a monster. I don’t want to live in 1999. I like holding your hand. I just want a better Now.

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    Summing Up the Days

    Mondays child is fair of face,

    Tuesdays child is full of grace,

    Wednesdays child is full of woe,

    Thursdays child has far to go,

    Fridays child is loving and giving,

    Saturdays child works hard for his living,

    And the child that is born on the Sabbath day

    Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay

    Indeed.