Well there's one thing Mama, I think you should know It is not love that makes the flowers grow But a complex electron transfer process known as photosynthesis when chlorophyll reacts with the light of day Since you're gone, the light has gone away Oh there's one more thing Mama, I think that you'll find It is not love that makes the stars shine But the spontaneous combustion of super-heated and super-condensed gasses in the process known as fusion that creates new elements when the time is right Since you're gone, stars don't shine so bright Oh there's another thing Mama, I think I should confide It is not love that'll turn the tide But the net difference in the gravitational pull between the Earth and the Moon as it is acted out upon the waves But since you're gone, I feel washed away I could have been a mathematician Studied rockets for a livin' Would've worked out better in the end But to get more specific I'd break every law of physics To bring you back to me again Well there's one more thing, I'll tell you if I can It is not love, that makes a non-stick frying pan But a top-secret, trademarked, conglomerated, most likely carcinogenic, polyurethane compound spread in a micro-thin substance, over a negatively charged layer of aluminum, copper, iron, lead, VHS, FYI, apple pie, FBI, nd some other elements too Since you're gone, I wish I'd stuck to you