Strange Mr. Gregor

Strange Mr. Gregor in apartment thirteen
He can't keep his mind on his work
It seems that his brain took his arms and his legs
And is wandering down to the store

Strange Mr. Gregor likes his brain too much for his own good
So he takes a backseat to his cerebral cortex
And that's where he stays put

Aha!

"Strange Mr. Gregor, he thinks too much"
Is what his acquaintances say
He postulates, analyzes, contradicts, theorizes
Sits alone and argues with himself

Strange Mr. Gregor likes his brain too much for his own good
It's a sad, sad world where an intelligent man can find more peace in his head than his home

Tell me, Mr. Gregor, is there life on Mars?
I don't really know
Tell me, does it flourish 'round distant stars?
I'm not really sure
Strange Mr. Gregor, can you see the future of society?
No, I can't, but I'll tell you this:
In prepared muffin tins, divide one half
Evenly among eight muffin cups

…What?

Put that in your brown eye!