Math Suks
By Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Peter Mayer
From the Album Beach House On The Moon

Lyrics:

If necessity is the mother of invention
Then I’d like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of a third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss.

Let’s start with something simple, like one and one ain’t three
Any two plus two will never get you five.
There are fractions in my subtraction and x don’t equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply.

Math suks math suks
I’d like to burn this textbook, I hate this stuff so much.
Math suks math suks
Sometimes I think that I don’t know that much
But math suks.

I got so bored with my homework, I turned on the TV.
The beauty contest winners were all smiling through their teeth.
Then they asked the new Miss America
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks?
She looked puzzled, then just said
“Math Suks”.

Math suks math suks
You don’t even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it…
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don’t know that much
But math suks.

Geometry, trigonometry and if that don’t tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think it’s gonna drive me insane.

Parents fighting with their children, and the Congress can’t agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly.
Management and labor keep rattling old sabers
Quacking like those Peabody ducks.

Math suks math suks
You don’t even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it…
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don’t know that much
But math suks.

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