My sweetheart's a Nobel Prize
My sweetheart's so smart and wise
My sweetheart is a Nobel Prize

He says a lot of things that I dont' know,
But I do know
That I'll do anything he wants me to,
'cause I do love him
I don't understand
The funny signs on his blackboard
But when he holds my hand
He takes me to the stars
My sweetheart's a Nobel Prize...

He takes me every night into his lab
and I wonder why do I have to sit inside that cab
with the monkeys
He gives me to drink
that smoky thing with the bubbles
He watches me and thinks
while I fly high to the stars

I'd like to tell him that I love him so
I'd like him [bad word] near me and to hold me tender
But all he does is think and watch me grow
Perhaps one day he will surrender
My sweetheart's a Nobel Prize...