Really?

Sun comes up, sun goes down
That’s what makes my day
One horizon, flat and calm
Helps me find the way

When you talk, I feel no doubt
Know just what you mean
Really?
In is in, and out is out
Nothing goes between
Really?
Girls are girls, boys are boys
Dress them pink or blue
And my need for certitude
Seems enough to make things true

chorus

Einstein flunked a math exam
All the bats are blind
Really?
Buddha’s known, a chubby man
Helps you to unwind
Really?
And I choose my taste for food
Organ meats are crude
To repeat such points of view
Seems enough to make them true

chorus

Sun comes up, sun goes down
That’s what makes, that’s what makes
That’s what makes my day
Really?