Email: I just found out yesterday that Linda goes to Mars Every time I sit and look at pictures of used cars She’ll turn on her radio and sit down in her chair And look at me across the room as if I wasn’t there Chorus: Oh My stars My Linda’s gone to Mars Well I wish she wouldn’t leave me here alone Oh My stars! My Linda’s gone to Mars Well I wonder if she’d bring me something home. Something somewhere somehow took my Linda by the hand And secretly decoded our sacred wedding band For when the moon shines down up on our happy humble home Her inner space gets tortured by some outer space unknown. (Repeat Chorus) Break: Now I ain’t seen no saucers ’cept the ones upon the shelf And if I ever seen one I’d keep it to myself For if there’s life out there somewhere beyond this life on earth Then Linda must have gone out there and got her money’s worth. (Repeat Chorus)