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?