The long and winding yarns spun by folks like Raelians
Will never disappear--they were made by aliens!
They get publicity--any way they can

The wild and wooly yarns that they spin are so daft
They need to orbit space in one of their spacecraft
Then there'd be fewer freaks
At which we have to laugh

Many times the freaks arise
And spout their loony stories
Doesn't change the truth we know
They just want some glory
And now we've had enough of their long, winding yarns
They should be sentenced to cleaning out hog barns
Don't give them more air time
Show them to the door!
Duh Duh Duh Duh