Stat / 60 - MC Lars

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