I have a question to make For so long it freezes my mind Don’t know how far I can take Anxiety is turning me blind Scientists don’t know the answer Physicists have only a guess Doctors pretend to be clever Monks are embracing stress Give up Forbear Surrender You cannot count your hair That’s the truth No one can do it except the bald NASA is crying for help Nobel has raised the prize Oxford has nothing to tell Vatican declared unwise China arrested their whiz Russia still running some tests Britain spying on greeks America is no more the best Give up Forbear Surrender You cannot count your hair