I've got a degree, in psychology
But no one wants to pay
Me much to analyze their thoughts, great
Well since I do not have the gift of gab
I must earn money by working in a lab

Waiting, waiting, waiting, I'm at an utter loss
For a statement that adequately says how slow they are
Amazing, mazing, mazing
They do nothing but have rough collisions
Because the blind mice don't have vision
One just hurt himself and got a busted nose

They've got a hope of cheese, yeah
That's the reward if they make it out
But since that isn't likely, I give them pretzels out of pity
Well some think I should work doing something else
But I will achieve the things I need to
And I don't need your help, but I'm still

Waiting, waiting, waiting as the weeks turn to months
This is crazy there's more of them there was a boy and girl
Amazing, mazing, mazing
They're all bumbling, blind, and just have no chance
But since the blind mice had a romance
I can ask the government to fund me more

They keep changing directions
And sustaining injuries
They need training, not from me
I guess I'll eat their cheese

I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, for what seems much too long
It's frustrating, the null hypothesis seems to be true
They're stayin, staying, stayin,
I am grumpy because nothing's proven
And if the blind mice don't start movin'
I'll be forced to search for something else to do

Cause there's no hope
If they still are even breathing
They're too old
There's no more hope
There's no more hope
There's no more hope
If they still are even breathing
They're too old