Andrew Zanevsky - Paradoxes Lyrics

I met a man from Crete, he said, "I'm a liar,"
But if he's telling the truth, his pants are on fire.
Schrödinger's cat, is it dead or alive?
In a box with a paradox, it sure does thrive.

Mind-bending paradoxes, they twist and turn,
Make your brain spin, make your logic burn.
From Zeno's race to the barber's shave,
Philosophical fun, it's what we crave.

Achilles and the tortoise, they had a race,
But poor Achilles, he can't keep pace.
Every time he gets close, the tortoise moves ahead,
In this paradoxical chase, he'll never be led.

Mind-bending paradoxes, they twist and turn,
Make your brain spin, make your logic burn.
From Zeno's race to the barber's shave,
Philosophical fun, it's what we crave.

The barber shaves all who don't shave themselves,
But who shaves the barber? It's a riddle that delves
Into the depths of logic, where reason bends,
In the land of paradox, the fun never ends.

Mind-bending paradoxes, they twist and turn,
Make your brain spin, make your logic burn.
From Zeno's race to the barber's shave,
Philosophical fun, it's what we crave.

I accept paradoxes, with a wink and a grin,
In the world of philosophy, let the fun begin.
For every question that twists our mind,
There's a paradoxical answer, waiting to find.