NEW MEXICO (to the tune of "Mexico" by James Taylor) 

Way down there you need something to trade 
I'm afraid I've got to change your plans
Stash your pack, leave your Bic unflicked, Cancer Man 

Oh, New Mexico 
Mulder decided that he just had to go 
His phone's out of service and he never came home 
Guess I'll have to go now 

"CGB Spender" handcuffed to the dash
But the car is still knee-deep in Morley ash
Saying that my driving will give him whiplash

Oh, New Mexico
Where the flying saucer crashed so long ago
Neck's so tight, Magic Fingers tonight
Make everything all right

Smokey's babbling about panspermia
Dosed with diethylmalonylurea
It's a barbiturate, puts him off his guard; 
rhymes are hard

Oh, in New Mexico 
Home of the elusive ancient Navajo
Oh, New Mexico 
I guess I'll have to go 

Oh, New Mexico 
Top-secret research labs at Los Alamos
Oh, New Mexico 
I guess I'll have to go now

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