My science fiction twin
  Is doing better than expected
  He captured a little blonde trophy wife
  Who's really very well connected
  And when he calls home with his alibi
  She says "Is this really necessary?"
  But she knows that a man can't be a man
  Unless he's punishing his secretary
  He sips in the glow of a '61 vintage
  Just as the day is dimming
  With every intention of surrendering
  To fifty-foot women
  Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin
  My science fiction twin
  Decided to become invisible
  He has my eyes, my face, my voice
  But he's only happy when I'm miserable
  The words flew from his mouth
  And they were gently gathered by reporters
  Trying to frame his once infamous flame
  With tattered pictures of her daughter
  Her hair is all made out of porcupine
  Her figure is fantastic
  But as you know, they corrupted her
  So they're being sarcastic
  Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin
  
  He'll scream and shout
  Everything is working out just as he predicted
  Pride and position in the gallery of attempted people
  Oh and the pain is so sweet
  Better stamp his little feet
  And you'll even have time to pity me
  How can you feel content?
  You wonder where this fellow went
  
  My science fiction twin
  Escorted by his lovely nieces
  Filled up his purse dictating verse
  While painting masterpieces
  His almost universal excellence
  Is starting to disturb me
  They asked how in the world he does all these things
  And he answered "Superbly"
  He's trapped in his own parallel dimension
  That's why I'm so forgiving
  But how could I possibly forget to mention those fifty-foot women
  Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin