I’ve read Francis Bacon And studied the Bible And learned, enlightened, And knowing the triumph of logic and science is vital For keeping man’s mastery growing I know without a doubt that reason can find out How things are going I trust in education And yet I am at my wit’s end What defies all explanation I refuse to understand Dear Lord, how can it be It’s baffling me You gave us science and good sense To save us all from Hell How can it be that all the rules Of reason and society can be undone By music’s magic spell?
A child can be trained to do things that are awesome The key is a good education A gift is a seed If you want it to blossom
It certainly needs cultivation And though it’s clear to me Seeing a mystery I can’t play possum Every work needs some correction There are flaws in every one Here it’s absolute perfection And I don’t know how it’s done
Dear Lord, how can it be? It’s baffling me You gave us science and good sense To save us all from Hell How can it be that all the rules Of reason and society can be undone By music’s magic spell?
How can it be that all the rules Of reason and society Can be undone By such an out-of-hand, impertinent Dishonored and discourteous Unmannerly, tenacious Mischief-maker And by music’s magic spell?