Muses don't take life for granted like most folks you know.
They stand in the margin bemusedly watching the show.
They chatter and snicker and wonder and bicker,
And somehow they all get along.
At the end of the day they will go on their way,
Singing this Muse-ical song.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Muses.
Don't let 'em build gadgets and throw custard pies,
Stare into space and get stars in their eyes.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Muses.
They're just a big pain, 'cause they'll wear out your brain
Telling you things you don't know.