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
And 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
