I hear you try talk sense to me
Saying "That thing cannot be
And if it is you cannot know
Your base of evidence's to low!"

But I stare blankly, listen not
Because in hell I know you'll rot
At all your words a sigh I heave:
You are correct, but I believe!

And if you say "But so do I!
Just something else!" I answer "Why?"
'cause arguments apply to you
But not to me; they never do.

It doesn't matter what you say;
It can't be true if you don't pray.
You can't be right, and never can;
You don't believe in Magic Man.