Heck, the sun's tired. Think about it.
One, you weigh billions of tons,
Two, X-rays are shooting out of all your orifices!
And to top it off, you got a bunch of people back on the Earth lookin' at you,
I mean your sunspots? Wouldn't you feel self-conscious?
Wouldn't you get uptight, and start to clam up?
It's like ole "W" and these scratches on my face.
I already explained how they got there . . .
No need to dwell on it, stuff just happens, even to "W"