My cousin Greg
He's a greedy son of a *****
He's making his way
From Florida up to LA
He left the tropicana
Passed through Louisiana
He laughs hard and carries on
But he can barely stand ya

All his physicist buddies
They all wear the snow white coats
And goggles to *****eld
The elements from their eyes
Greg's companion Andy
He lives his life
Vicariously through his mathematics
If you wanna live the good life
You better stay away from the limelight
If you wanna live the good life
Well you better stay away from the limelight

Call him rollin' James
He's got a heart that's made of brains
He fell in love once
And thought about it for a day
Hey Greg
Where'd you go last night
He says I don't know
But I woke up with a pocket full of lute
If you wanna live the good life
Well you better stay away from the limelight
If you wanna live the good life
Well you better stay away from the limelight

Hey Greg
Where'd one of your shoes go
He looked at me and said
That's not important
Please
Don't you point
Your photon ray gun at me
If you wanna live the good life
Well you better stay away from the limelight
If you wanna live the good life
Well you better stay away from the limelight