He's keeping busy He's bleeding stones With his machinations And his palindromes Anything but hear a voice That says that we're all basically alone Poor professor Pynchon Had only good intentions When he put his Bunsen burners all away And turning to a playground in a Petri dish Where single cells would swing their fists At anything that looks like easy prey In a nature show that rages everyday It was then he heard his intuition say Then he heard his intuition say We all live in a capital I We're keeping it clean From the ground up to the sky Some show no mercy While others are painfully shy And he just wants to know the reason why Oh, he just wants to know the reason why Yeah, he just wants to know the reason why Oh, why Why do they congregate in groups of four Scatter like a billion spores And let the wind just carry them away How can kids be so mean Their famous doctor tried to glean As he went home at the end of the day From the nature show that rages every day It was then he heard his intuition say Then he heard his intuition say We all live in a capital I We're keeping it clean From the ground up to the sky Some show no mercy While others are painfully shy Tell me doctor can you quantify Oh tell me doctor can you quantify Cause he just wants to know the reason why Oh he just wants to know the reason why We're keeping busy We're bleeding stones Our machinations and our palindromes Anything but hear a voice that says that we are basically alone