[Lyric] Strange Mr. Gregor (Logan Whitehurst)

Strange Mr. Gregor in apartment thirteen
He can't keep his mind on his work
It seems that his brain took his arms and his legs
And is wandering down to the store

Strange Mr. Gregor likes his brain too much for his own good

So he takes a backseat to his cerebral cortex
And that's where he stays put

Aha!

"Strange Mr. Gregor, he thinks too much"
Is what his acquaintances say
He postulates, analyzes, contradicts, theorizes
Sits alone and argues with himself

Strange Mr. Gregor likes his brain too much for his own good

It's a sad, sad world where an intelligent man can find more peace in his head than his home
Tell me, Mr. Gregor, is there life on Mars?
I don't really know
Tell me, does it flourish 'round distant stars?
I'm not really sure

Strange Mr. Gregor, can you see
The future of society?

No, I can't, but I'll tell you this:
In prepared [?], divide one half evenly among eight button cuffs

What?

Put that in your brown eye!