A Man of Science

Ah! But the glorious shine of a polished tongue
Have you been up practicing all night long?
Your mouth forms chords and arpeggiates
At first it’s sweet but then it nauseates
Have you been up sweating this all night long?
At the crack of dawn you’re out again to show the world just where you stand
You dressed in your good suit today
Polished your shoes for such an occasion…
Pressed your shirt and slicked your hair
Straighten that tie! Now get out there! Get out there!
The tile is burning through your rubber soles
Your sweat is beading, forming tiny pools
You’ve been pacing and you’re scaring the shit out of your kids
There’s white foaming up in the corners of your mouth
The neighbor kids are laughing and pointing at your house
Your wife’s ashamed
She’s pulling all the blinds
You’d think you’d get the picture after time after time after time
Your roof is slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech…
Oh my science! He’s on the roof again! Citing scripture and throwing up his
hands
They said «I don’t think he’s coming down. Face it, I don’t think he’s coming
down!»
«Does he think he’s conducting some great orchestra?
Cause he’s waving his hands» and I can’t help singing but saying:
«Oh my science! He’s on the roof again!
Citing scripture and throwing up his hands
Dear science he’s on the roof again!
Citing scripture and throwing up his hands.»
He’s not missing a beat hitting every note
Not discouraged by sharp fingers
You dressed your good suit today
Polished your shoes, oh what a waste
Pressed your shirt and slicked your hair
And all you got were empty stares…