M.C. Frontalot - 80085 lyrics

Last time I had a math cla**, there wasn't any internet Invented yet. That isn't on the level but I'll try to pique your interest With half-truths and lies As ever, MC Frontalot feigns innocence and denies I won't admit it. You can't make me say it: That I dropped Calc B more than a year before Mosaic Oh no now it's out, now it's shouted from the balconies: That Frontalot's about to be engaging in some alchemy I'll turn a string of operands into some smut If that sort of thing's offensive to you keep eyes shut Or better yet, don't even enter, into calculator, song But if you're ready to be titillated, follow along Ready? Go. Eighty women went to the podiatrist Arrive: simultaneous. Soon the scene's riotous Nine just leave. Those in the difference persevere Packing up the lobby very tightly, domineered By one Sally Gorey (that's her given name) (though her title is Reception) (and professional acclaim Is due her) ('cause she did what needed doing). And it's done: She opened up the schedule, slotted every single one But, um... not many on a Friday afternoon! All but an eighteenth of the women in the room Had to vrooooom. For each remaining patient X-rays were taken. Then the doctor took vacation Why was that vacation germane to the math? 'Cause of good data policy in the office and a vast Abundance of caution on the part of our Sally: Eight backups nightly, automated, and the tally Only ever shrinking when manually deleted All of this occurring in the box behind reception so she needed A full backup of that box, noons These weren't incremental, so her server needs ballooned Who deserved to flee Duluth? The doctor was in Rio For three work weeks and another Monday just to be so Thoroughly relaxed upon return Have you gathered all the facts that you needed to discern? Morning in the office, after vacatings: Out of those belonging to the original 80 ladies How many digital toes were in images grand total? Your evidence so far is largely anecdotal And you're keen to know if any had deformity. So icky! Ten toes per customer; this puzzle: not that tricky Key in your calc. Check your seven-segment indicator Now add my eliteness. Notice that the sum is greater Than expected. You still have to subtract Two for a pair of things Sally has that I lack I warned you it was kind of immature; I wasn't skirting the issue Still you snicker at the calculator. "Dirty! I need a tissue."