[note: this must be performed with a country twang and an air of injured melancholy; wrong poofy hair optional]

Sometimes it's hard to do the X-Files
Seeing things that don't make too much sense
You'll have some fights and you'll have late nights
On a job that makes a woman tense
But with your good heart, you'll go searching
Answers to each case that comes your way
And though that rental, just makes you mental
Smile, buckle up, and face the day.

(chorus)
Get in the car
And take the road maps with you
Since Mulder rarely lets you
Behind the steering wheel oh

Get in the car
You just keep driving, Scully
Just think of all you've saved so far
Get in the car

(repeat last stanza one time)

Author: Bryn

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