LUCY

Far, far away, a long time ago
There lived a lady (so we're told)
Her name wasn't Lucy, but that's how she's known
And by only a few teeth and bones

What did she do?
What did she wear ?
Did she have a lover ?
Did her back have hair ?

It must be my lucky day
I've found someone who won't go away
For over four million years she lay
With diamonds in her sky of marmalade

I'm not a necrophile
It's not pornography
She was on the cover of Time magazine

My covergirl, my Lucy
Makes me lie

Now I need to get a sample
Just a fragment would be ample
If I add the right components
I can clone her and grow her
For me

Then one day we'll walk hand in hand
Spend our time together when we can
There's just one problem - I don't understand
Why Lucy leaves the seat up like a man

The dig was incomplete
But not her chromosomes
In her genes they will discover
Her lost pubic bone

My covergirl, my Lucy
Makes me lie