He thinks he’s big, but he’s got no substance. Old Sol’s nothing but a lot of helium and hydrogen. Sure, okay. A couple of percentage points of other elements thrown in to give the illusion of diversity. Big freaking deal.
Sheeze, look at him all held together by belts of interlocking magnetic fields without even suspenders to hold them up. Can’t even maintain magnetic polarity more than ten years or so. Long-term goals? Forget it.
Old Sol’s all bluster and hot air. Got everyone convinced he’s a big deal, but he ain’t, as such things go. Almost any self-respecting planet has more substance in its little finger than Old Sol has on his best day, which only happens when something big hits him.
Oh yeah. He talks the talk all right. But can he walk the walk on average, day-to-day stuff like maintaining his magnetic polarity? Sure, he’s got plenty of education but does he have any common sense?
He’s got a lot of people fooled, but not me.
Carly Simon – You’re So Vain (with lyrics)