I'm feeling so fine
The world is mine
I can rain down on my enemies a fiery hell
Something isn't something when you're that type
I'll make you fail into sight
I made sure you could tell
That you don't faze me
I just amaze me
Aren't I a self-centered son of a bitch?
Your work is relative
Your mood is negative
When every attempt is a last-ditch
My formulas are Scientific
My methods are Miraculous
I'm just a plain nice guy
I didn't deserve what didn't come
My formulas are Scientific
My methods are Miraculous
Two men laughing at Trigonometry
On the front door
I'm an omnipresent superpower
Each week for 12 minutes and 3 hours
I guess some ways I'm just like you
I'll be happy for a while
Whenever you glare I get a smile
I guess all your inconvertible damage is due
What a great day I had
You tried hard but got nowhere
Nobody could make me mad
My mood is everywhere
It'd feels so bad
What I'll never do
I won't get mad
Not at all from you
My formulas are Scientific
My methods are Miraculous
I'm just a plain nice guy
I didn't deserve what didn't come
My formulas are Scientific
My methods are Miraculous
Two men laughing at Trigonometry