What's with all this doom and gloom?
 You used to be such, such a laugh
 It's only sin, original sin
 Corinthians (15:22)
 Never been a big fan of things
 But I'm growing so fond of you

 You get sadder the smarter you get
 And it's a bore
 You get sadder the smarter you get
 And it's a bore

 Truth is truth
 I ain't no bohemian
 Much too, much too safe
 Much too, much too typical
 Much too, much too typical
 Much too, much too
 You can use your hands for something else
 I'll take you further than the scholars can
 Put down your books and molest me
 Heaven is here, where it needs to be

 You get sadder the smarter you get
 And it's a bore
 You get sadder the smarter you get
 And it's a bore

 And there was a time before we were born
 When we stood in the garden
 If this world won't last I'll turn you on
 Well, I've got enough for the both of us
 The both of us
 The both of us

 And there was a time before we were born
 When we stood in the garden
 If this world does not turn you on
 Well, I've got enough for the both of us
 The both of us