Signals From Space?

Sometimes I think my brain is a radio receiver, specifically one that picks up electro magnetic transmissions that squeezed through the ionosphere and hurtled through space, only to be deflected back our way by some unsuspecting planet or star, returning to Earth many years later.

Tonight, as I was getting into the shower, I began to sing Ball Bearing Bird, a ridiculous piece of musical endeavour from the mid 70s. I haven't heard it in decades.

All I could do was scream "WTF!!" and earth myself via the nearest metallic object, in my case a tap.

Gee things are getting weird in my life!

I know you are curious, especially the younger folk spared the pain, so I've attached the profound and touching words below:

Oh, what a hey, what a my, what a bird it is
Rare as the rarest that ever occurred it is
Said to be known to be roaming around
For it scatters ball bearings all over the ground

The ball bearing bird, the ball bearing bird
Has never been seen, has never been heard
It is said to be known to be roaming around
For it scatters ball bearings all over the ground

Just like the rooster that crows in the morn
It is thought to explode like a shotgun at dawn
It is said to be best to be out of the way
When it's loaded with shot and it's ready to spray

Nobody knows if it's able to fly
It's probably too bloomin' lazy to try
It's known to be prone to lay fifty pound eggs
Which is probably why it's weak in the legs

The ball bearing bird, the ball bearing bird
Has never been seen, has never been heard
It is known to be known to be roaming around
For it scatters ball bearings all over the ground

The ball bearing bird, the ball bearing bird
Has never been seen, has never been heard
It is known to be known to be roaming around
For it scatters ball bearings all over the ground

Thanks for hearing me out again, I hope St Mary McKillop is smiling down on you all.

Cheers

Peter