(verse 1)

We three students of Calculus

Work so hard but Korpi fails us

What’s a limit?

I don’t get it

How did I pass Pre-Cal?

(CHORUS)

Ohh, First derivative

Function test

If I solve this, I’ll be blessed

If I can’t do it

Then I blew it

I’ll put it up on the board

(verse 2)

We go to class to get smart

But all those hoodlums delay the start

Volleyball players

Unicorn handlers

Bush haters

Newkies and more

(CHORUS)

(verse 3)

Our teacher is a really weird guy

We laugh at him but wonder . . . why?

He talks like Scooby

What’s he doing?

Does this guy need some help?

(CHORUS)

(verse 4)

Now we sit and hear Korpi talk

He thinks he’s logical like Mr. Spock

He thinks I’m listening

My slobber’s glistening

I’ll clean it up off the desk

(CHORUS)