When the earth was still flat,   And the clouds made of fire,   And mountains stretched up to the sky,   Sometimes higher,   Folks roamed the earth   Like big rolling kegs.   They had two sets of arms.   They had two sets of legs.   They had two faces peering   Out of one giant head   So they could watch all around them   As they talked; while they read.   And they never knew nothing of love.   It was before the origin of love.      The origin of love      And there were three sexes then,   One that looked like two men   Glued up back to back,   Called the children of the sun.   And similar in shape and girth   Were the children of the earth.   They looked like two girls   Rolled up in one.   And the children of the moon   Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.   They were part sun, part earth   Part daughter, part son.      The origin of love      Now the gods grew quite scared   Of our strength and defiance   And Thor said,   "I'm gonna kill them all   With my hammer,   Like I killed the giants."   And Zeus said, "No,   You better let me   Use my lightening, like scissors,   Like I cut the legs off the whales   And dinosaurs into lizards."   Then he grabbed up some bolts   And he let out a laugh,   Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.   Gonna cut them right up in half."   And then storm clouds gathered above   Into great balls of fire      And then fire shot down   From the sky in bolts   Like shining blades   Of a knife.   And it ripped   Right through the flesh   Of the children of the sun   And the moon   And the earth.   And some Indian god   Sewed the wound up into a hole,   Pulled it round to our belly   To remind us of the price we pay.   And Osiris and the gods of the Nile   Gathered up a big storm   To blow a hurricane,   To scatter us away,   In a flood of wind and rain,   And a sea of tidal waves,   To wash us all away,   And if we don't behave   They'll cut us down again   And we'll be hopping round on one foot   And looking through one eye.      Last time I saw you   We had just split in two.   You were looking at me.   I was looking at you.   You had a way so familiar,   But I could not recognize,   Cause you had blood on your face;   I had blood in my eyes.   But I could swear by your expression   That the pain down in your soul   Was the same as the one down in mine.    That's the pain,   Cuts a straight line   Down through the heart;   We called it love.   So we wrapped our arms around each other,   Trying to shove ourselves back together.   We were making love,   Making love.   It was a cold dark evening,   Such a long time ago,   When by the mighty hand of Jove,   It was the sad story   How we became   Lonely two-legged creatures,   It's the story of   The origin of love.   That's the origin of love.