Hey Copernicus Will you take my hand, help me understand That the world rotates at a constant rate But not round me, not round me Hey Copernicus Is it really fact, that the world's not flat? And if that's the case, if I walk for days Will I end up here, end up here?
Aye, right!
Hey Schrödinger Did your cat survive, to leave the box alive? This uncertainty really bothers me Should a principle be so cruel?
When, finally It's goodnight from him, and goodnight from me And the bouncer shouts "drink yir drinks get out!" Are we going home, going home?
