Sorry Miss Cool-headed, my nerves are thinly threaded   My spirit, I confess, is in distress   With whisker traces of my kisses on their faces   The girls have set out once again to remedy this mess       Facts and science, this kangaroo alliance   A pallid pair when everything is at stake   What would they choose, if their feet were in my shoes?   The likes of Newton, Faraday, von Heisenberg, and Planck?       Please be strong, wave goodbye, and don't look down       Heaven above me   Oh would there were ten of me   To take my girls and lead them by the hand   Such reflections try me and mirrors multiply me   But in the end I am merely one solitary man       Please be strong, wave goodbye, and don't look down