I'm not sure how much of this is parody or not, but the best part is the end when the kids get bored and try to leave the set. Then there's some great laser deaths.
When ink and pen in hands of men Inscribe your form, bipedal P They draw an altar on which God has slaughtered all stability No eyes could ever soak in all the places you anoint And yet to see you all at once we only need the · Flirting with infinity, your geometric progeny That fit inside you oh so tight With triangles that feel so right
Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline The patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin And if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor Then Man will know the death of God where wonder was before
Yeah, I know this Pi shit backwards and forwards Check it out
I did three chicks then I pointed at the door A girl entered in so that made it four I snapped one time in came another five Add 'em all up and that makes nine The average age 26.5 Now that's what I call gettin' some pi Five of the chicks wore 6-inch heels Two of the nine squealed like seals 514 was the area code Quebec, Canada my winter abode And my 1.3 million dollar chalet Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day
July 5 2006, 20:03:00 UTC 5 years ago
July 5 2006, 22:24:09 UTC 5 years ago
July 8 2006, 17:10:30 UTC 5 years ago
But they've totally nailed the genre of Public Broadcasting 80s Children's Programming. Well done.
July 9 2006, 12:45:43 UTC 5 years ago
Plus I can't tell exactly, but the non-pi lyrics sound kind of dark. Something about wrathful gods maybe.
I did a little digging, and found the song is by a group unsubtley called Hard 'n Phirm. You can find an album on itunes with the pi song.
Anonymous
August 27 2006, 15:05:48 UTC 5 years ago
lyrics
When ink and pen in hands of menInscribe your form, bipedal P
They draw an altar on which
God has slaughtered all stability
No eyes could ever soak in all the places you anoint
And yet to see you all at once we only need the ·
Flirting with infinity, your geometric progeny
That fit inside you oh so tight
With triangles that feel so right
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Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline
The patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin
And if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor
Then Man will know the death of God where wonder was before
Yeah, I know this Pi shit backwards and forwards
Check it out
I did three chicks then I pointed at the door
A girl entered in so that made it four
I snapped one time in came another five
Add 'em all up and that makes nine
The average age 26.5
Now that's what I call gettin' some pi
Five of the chicks wore 6-inch heels
Two of the nine squealed like seals
514 was the area code
Quebec, Canada my winter abode
And my 1.3 million dollar chalet
Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day
3. 1415926535897932384626433832795028841971
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