(D)I just found out yesterday that Li(G)nda goes to Mars (A)Everytime I sit and look at pictures of used c(D)ars She'll turn on her radio and (G)sit down in her chair And l(A)ook at me across the room, as if I wasn't t(D)here (Chorus) O(D)h (G)My s(D)tars! My Li(G)nda's gone to Mars Well I w(A)ish she wouldn't leave me here al(D)one O(D)h (G)My s(D)tars! My Li(G)nda's gone to Mars Well, I w(A)onder if she'd bring me something h(D)ome. (D)Something, somewhere, somehow took my Li(G)nda by the hand And s(A)ecretly decoded our sacred wedding b(D)and For when the moon shines down up on our ha(G)ppy, humble home Her i(A)nner space gets tortured by some outer space unk(D)nown. (Repeat Chorus) (Instrumental) (D) (G) (A) (D) (D) (G) (A) (D) (D)Now I ain't seen no saucers 'cept the o(G)nes upon the shelf And i(A)f I ever seen one I'd keep it to my(D)self For if there's life out there somewhere be(G)yond this life on earth Then (A)Linda must have gone out there and got her money's wo(D)rth. (Repeat Chorus) (Ending) Yeah, I (A)wonder if she'd bring me something h(D)ome.