Текст песни Stat / 60 - MC Lars

Stat / 60

9 o’clock class feels like five, asleep at three, so sleep deprived
STAT-60 satisfies 2C, the math GER, not the one for me
The Central Limit Theorem? Speak English
The Sum of Squares? I don’t need this
But I’m positive, studying hard, gotta pass this, no holds barred
But essay due last Thursday man, Moby Dick I understand
Up 'till five in the library, Meyer Lair, kind of scary
Asleep at eight then up at ten, missed the lecture can’t pretend
I get the null hypothesis… on Tuesday’s test, I was dissed
Got STAT-60 on my mind
In my notes and in my rhymes
Chi-squared values all the time
Easy quarter? Not this time
Why’d you have to go and make things so complicated, Professor Thomas?
Never are the quiz score grades ever inflated, but you taught this:
You get involved in radio, work really hard, get your own show
But whoops, you slip, and play a track, uncensored as matter of fact
The FCC gets on your back, the station manager says it’s whack
The probability that you’ll loose your show on 90.1? 1.0
Let’s say that you’re late for class, racing down peddling fast
You live in A, class is at B, integrate time and velocity
The probability that you’ll crash your bike
In White Plaza on the way to Psych, .34 on your cell phone, .85 if you hit a
cone
Let’s say you meet this hot sophomore, she likes you, you can’t ignore
X the months that you date, P the probability that it’s great
You break up but you still kiss, you’re not discrete it’s continuous
Late night hook ups nebulous, thin line friendship no big fuss
Weekly sessions on the phone, made the right choice, you’re on your own
Good to be single all alone, degrees of freedom you can’t clone
But calculate E of X, you’re at a party you see your ex
The probability that your heart breaks in 2
She’s with someone new and it’s not you
S-T-A-T sixty, baby
S-T-A-T sixty, baby
S-T-A-T sixty, baby
S-T-A-T sixty
I’m going to pass this class, so… you know