What have I got to do
To get rid of this myth and prove
Reality is quantifiable, physical and fixed
If microscopes were stronger you would see the stencil lines
But still I pray old master I know not the path I tread
He fixed me with his wicked eyes
And then he laughed and said
Ok your story's cute, the act is nice
But you will not make money
You're not fooling anyone
You're not very funny
Bless my eyes, good morning
Where have you been all my life?
What have I got to do
To prove that life is fixed
It's simple; if you've got a word for it
Then you know what it is
And frankly nothing you can say to me will make me change my mind
Still I pray old master I know not the path I tread
He fixed me with his wicked eyes
And then he laughed and said
Ok your act is cute and the idea is nice
But I don't buy it honey
You're not fooling anyone
You're not very funny
Bless my eyes, good morning
Where have you been all my life?
Behold my eyes, good morning
I have never seen a world so bright
You're not very funny, you're not very funny
You're not fooling anyone here
The story's cute, the act is nice
But you will not make money
You're not fooling anyone
You're not very funny
You're not very funny, you're not very funny
You're not fooling anyone here
The story is cute, the act is nice
But I don't buy it honey
You're not fooling anyone
You're not very funny
Bless my eyes, good morning
Where have you been all my life?
Behold my eyes, good morning
I have never seen a world so bright
Behold my eyes, good morning
I have never seen a world so bright