“People Like Me (E.S.P.)”
(sung by Dr. Chabot after a discussion with his colleague Conrad about the phenomenon of Extra Sensory Perception.)
MARC:
What can he see
In E.S.P. ?
Can't he tell it's all a foolish fable?
I'm surprised he's not more stable.
If only he
Were more like me.
It's all a sham,
Ad nauseam.
To a sober-minded man of reason,
E.S.P. is worse than treason.
There out to be
More men like me!
Let them call it parapsychology;
Men with brains call it absurd.
I can tell you it's fol-de-rology
And I've never read a word.
A balanced mind
Is hard to find.
When I see a man who's so misguided,
Who's had all the training I did,
I raise my eyes
And eulogize:
Thank God for people like me,
Who still have eyes that can see;
Whose feet can be found
Planted firm on the ground ...
Thank the Lord, or where would we be?
With only him
And the others just as fuzzy-headed
How could they be so mis-leaded?
One thing is clear:
It's good I'm here.
Weaker men have no real defense at all.
That's a group in which I'm not.
They would never need extra sense at all
If they'd use the five they've got.
For E.S.P.
Will always be
Just a tempest in a gypsy teacup,
Long as men like me will speak up
And show the way.
And so I say:
Thank God for people like me,
Who still have eyes that can see.
Those few with a brain,
May they always remain.
Thank God for people like me.