Little Mulder

 I look up to the starry skies

 So full of UFOs

 I know that I*ve been carried up

And probed where the sun don*t shine

 I know that I was probed where the sun don*t shine shine shine, yeah!

  I walk along the city streets

 So dark with secrets and lies

 And I

 I wish that I could reveal those lies

And bring down the FBI

  I wish I had the strength to make Kersch cry-yi-yiiiii

 Yeah

 But my, my, oh who must I blow?

 My, my, to know what they know

 My, my, Krycek is a ho

  My, my, his arm had to go

  They always say I don*t know best but

 All my threats are no simple jest now

I got a feelin* I will find the mother-nest now

  Walter put old Rat-Boy to rest. Woo hoo! Un-hunh.

 For I am just a (re)incarnated soul

Who was buried (Buried!)

 Buried under ground

 Give me the strength to survive

 A movie career without this show

Give me the strength to live out on my own my own my own yeah,

 Give me the strength to outlive the show, the show, the show

 But my, my, oh who will I blow?

 my, my oh after the show

  my, my, I really must go

  my, my, I*m makin* more dough

 this show made me I must confess now

 My time*s up so I*m lettin* it rest now

3 times a day I brush with crest now

 Season six my hair was really messed