In our day-to-day experience   It has always been conceived.   In the operating theater,   It now may be revealed.   I saw the glistening human heart   Lying in repose   So tender and so vulnerable   Beating and exposed      The human heart is a lustrous thing   A wondrous thing   The human heart   Look at the patient lying open wide   It cannot hide   The human heart      It has a passionate temperament   As everybody knows   Gushing grandiose sentiments   As the toilet overthrows   Throwing violent tantrums   And prone to fits of rage   It can't keep still   It rolls around in its rib...cage      The human heart is a preposterous thing   A monstrous thing   The human heart   Enlisting sympathy with vulgar sobs   It pounds and throbs   The human heart      And yet it lives for love and duty   At its own behest   A lifetime through of work to do   With ne'er a moment's rest   Sustaining vital organs   Anointing them with blood   Devout in its vocation   Of vital organhood      The human heart is an untiring thing   An inspiring thing   The human heart   Despite the heartaches of the rolling years   It perseveres   The human heart      What strange abomination   Holds fancy over fact?   What Byzantine mutation   Would love what can't love back?   What kind of freak of nature   Forgives a heinous crime   And leads us towards as yet untravelled   Paths to the sublime?      The human heart is an inscrutable thing   An immutable thing   The human heart is an untiring thing   An inspiring thing   A preposterous thing   A monstrous thing   A lustrous thing   A wondrous thing   The human heart