Miracle of Sound - Wheatleys song

I've got ^Abrains to burn; no ordinary ^FAI in this ^Gball Every ^Aculture and philosphy, I've ^Fread up on them ^Gall I've been ^Aliving in your shadow for 9^F9999^G9 Keeping ^Atabs on every machination ^Fand production ^Gline

So ^Cdon't call me a ^Gmoron I'm ^Fsuper as^Ctute ^FThere is no co^Cnundrum that my ^Bbcore cannot com^Gpute No ^Cdon't call me a ^Gmoron You ^Ffostered bal^Cloon My ^FIQ's the in^Cfinite space from ^Ghere to the ^Cmoon

^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon ^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon

I have ^Astudied Machiavelli, Aris^Ftotle, Gabe and ^GPlato Yet you ^Astill equate my intellect to ^Fthat of a po^Gtato This ^Aplace would fall apart without my ^Fever-watchful ^Geye They might ^Atell you I'm a half-wit, it's a ^Fgreat big bloody ^Glie

So ^Cdon't call me a ^Gmoron I'm ^Fsuper as^Ctute ^FThere is no co^Cnundrum that my ^Bbcore cannot com^Gpute No ^Cdon't call me a ^Gmoron You ^Ffostered bal^Cloon My ^FIQ's the in^Cfinite space from ^Ghere to the ^Cmoon My ^FIQ's the in^Cfinite space from ^Ghere to the ^Cmoon

^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon ^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon

I ^Aknow my way around here, every ^Fcatwalk every ^Gcave And since you're ^Adead I've quite appr^Feciated not being your ^Gslave Maybe ^Asomeday I might get to taste the ^Fbig time for a ^Gchange There's so ^Amuch I'd do for science here, so ^Fmuch I'd rear^Grange

So ^Cdon't call me a ^Gmoron I'm ^Fsuper as^Ctute ^FThere is no co^Cnundrum that my ^Bbcore cannot com^Gpute No ^Cdon't call me a ^Gmoron You ^Ffostered bal^Cloon My ^FIQ's the in^Cfinite space from ^Ghere to the ^Cmoon My ^FIQ's the in^Cfinite space from ^Ghere to the ^Cmoon

^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon ^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon ^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon ^AMy IQ's the infinite space ^Ffrom here to the ^Gmoon ^A