Science Fiction

He said he'd opened the mind up of another one Taken the prizes of a great many competitions And all the people they stood on their chairs and they stared At the man with the silver hair Taken the findings of the science man Raising his hands to the air So he's making the minds up of the millions And they'd never deny that he's right 'Cause he's taken a prize of many a size If ever he dies he'll have a tombstone of a very high height Yes he's making the minds up of the millions And they'd never deny that he's right Coz he's taken a prize of many a size He wears his disguise all of the day and in the middle of the night