Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Why Does the Sun Really Shine?

The sun is a miasma

Of incandescent plasma

The sun's not simply made out of gas

No, no, no

The sun is a quagmire

It's not made of fire

Forget what you've been told in the past

(Plasma!) Electrons are free

(Plasma!) Fourth state of matter

Not gas, not liquid, not solid

The sun isn't a red dwarf

I hope it never morphs

Into a supernova'd collapsed orb

Orb, orb, orb

The sun is a miasma

Of incandescent plasma

I forget what I was told by myself

Elf, elf, elf

(Plasma!) Electrons are free

(Plasma!) Fourth state of matter

Not gas, not liquid, not solid

(Plasma!) Forget that song

(Plasma!) They got it wrong

That thesis has been rendered invalid