Pssst! Physicists’ Song! Fatty Higgs the boson’s mate Loved drinking beer by the crate. That’s why he was always pissed And giving off a beery mist. So if you met him on the stair You couldn’t tell if he was there. His wife say’s he quit the drink But I don’t know what to think She’s says he’s sober in Geneva But I’m not sure that I believe ‘er Now my local fast food joint Is set to make some smart-arsed point. Seem’s they’ve named their new hamburger The Uncertain Werner Heisenburger. When it’s uncooked meat ‘n bread you’re knowing Not where it is, just where it’s going. But when it’s cooked ‘n wrapped then you’re knowing Where it is, not where it’s going. That burger joint’s got a cat That’s getting far too bloody fat. It eats a daily quarter pounder That’s why it’s getting rounder. They’ve bought a box to lock it in To try and make it lean and thin. When they look it’s always there You’d think it was just eating air. But next it’s walking through the door Licking grease from off its claw. Old Isaac Newton loved a drink It’s said he claimed it helped him think. And while he was no hard drug user He sure as hell was quite a boozer. He claimed it was a cuppa tea That helped him write up gravity. But at the end when he died It was clear that he had lied. For you know his rubbish tin Was full of apples soaked in gin.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:36:51 +0000
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