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.
CHORUS
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
