(introduction)
They are high strung; humans describe life as "wonderful,
a miracle,"
That's too much to be logical.
Is emotion disease? Humans swing from being happily,
Jokingly, to as sad or mad as can be.
As a Vulcan, I say, Starfleet taught me to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, dutiful. I explore other worlds on a starship; a dependable, Clinical, intellectual pinnacle. There are times McCoy thinks I'm a creep,
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(instrumental break)
I'm half-human, okay? So don't be calling me mechanical,
Maniacal, reprehensible, nonsensical.
Mr. Spock is my name, I find logic so acceptable,
Respectable, methodical, presentable.
(instrumental break)
At night, while I am in deep sleep,
My questions bounce and leap.
I'm half Vulcan-Terran.
I'm now pleased, at peace with what I've learned.
Emotions aren't absurd.
They're part of who I am...
Who I am...
Who I am...
Who I am...
(instrumental break and fade)