Sputniks and Mutniks

I'm a nicks and mutting, flying everywhere there's a wire on it Are they atomic, those honey missiles have got me scared Objects I ever saw from space, with a dog inside that got to ride into the USA to see our hound low

Or American ground hole, better Russian pain, I can't stay in the face But Nixon, Monday, flying through the air But Nixon, Monday, flying everywhere They're so ironic, are they a-coming Those funny missiles have got me scared I've admitted that we're five years behind And if that's true, I'm telling you this

Hot and place is my new car if it's roomy Just so it's roomy, and so it's somewhere But Nick and Fine But Nick's in But Nick's in But Nick's in But Nick's Fine Every Where They're So ironic Are They Acomic Those Funny Misses Have Got Miss Gay