I came out of work this afternoon to find 
the CSM car parked next to mine again.  
Just when I was working on another filk.  
No need to leave a pack of Morleys on the 
dashboard to tell me what I'm supposed to do...



Go Ask Scully
to the tune of "White Rabbit", with apologies to Grace Slick

Corpses without livers
Or with some strange disease
And the ones that died of small pox
Borne by Jean-Claude-van Damme bees
Go ask Scully
To do autopsies.

And if you go chasing aliens
And you find yourself in jail
Tell 'em a Morley-smoking son-of-a-bitch
has set you up to fail
Call Scully
And she'll save your tail.

When your life's in danger
Count on your partner's perfect shot
And you just found some kind of hybrid
Central to an alien plot
Go ask Scully
For the Western blot


When the Senate sub-committee
Thinks you're an deluded goof
The Lone Gunmen can't seem to help you
And the AD says "Where's the proof?"
Her passion is to seek the truth.
Find the proof! Find the proof! Find the proof!

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