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Do The Math by Broken Class

(answering machine) Hey, it's me, can we talk? Call me.
Not likely
(telephone rings)
Once upon a time
In a land far, far away
There was this bitch
That lived to betray
Her beauty a façade
Only skin deep
Her soul was so black
That sometimes she couldn't sleep

A mix of fire and ice
Naughty and nice
A beauty until you know her

She walked the line
Devil or divine
More was revealed the more you know her

If 1 plus 1 is two,
Then us minus me leaves you
All alone,
On your own
Do the math
I'm not coming home

A mix of Heaven and Hell
You never could tell
Which one you were with today

A wolf in sheep' disguise
It comes as no surprise
That I must go away!

If 1 plus 1 is two,
Then us minus me leaves you
All alone,
On your own
Do the math
I'm not coming home

DO THE MATH
BY REAL KARATE CHOP ACTION

I see your broken window fallacies and
the lives you will destroy
through social engineer catastrophes
and plastic army toys
but they're not really plastic
and this isn't really a game. You know
your measures are too drastic and I'll
know where to place the blame.

Do the math: those dollars and cents
add up over time to mean real money
that you're stealing from the people,
of your native country.
Do the math: all you get is attrition and decay.
Do the math: There will soon be nothing left
for you to take and throw away.

The multiplier just ain't doin' it for me;
you don't know where that money would have gone
had you not stolen it from me
stolen it at the point of a gun.
You act like money will grow on trees
if your government just says so, like you want.
But such a policy is inflationatory.
And one day your account will be overdrawn!

Do the math: those dollars and cents
add up over time to mean real money
that you're stealing from the people,
of your native country.
Do the math: all you get is attrition and decay.
Do the math: There will soon be nothing left
for you to take and throw away.

Your social experimentation makes me sick,
the lives you destroy wantonly,
the people who you crush through taxation
will one day rise up and scream for minarchy.
But this is not some Ayn Rand novel,
no Atlas is gonna shrug.
You feel you're in no danger,
not here in your safe, little "White House."

I watch my nation be destroyed
in the name of John Maynard Keynes.
And as the welfare state continues growing,
I watch my freedom slip away.

I watch my nation be destroyed
in the name of John Maynard Keynes.
And as the welfare state continues growing,
I watch my freedom slip away.

If you ever bothered to do the math,
You'd realize he's full of shit.

Lyrics and most of the music by Wannabe,
Drums by ActonFigure.

DO THE MATH by Patrick W.C. Geraghty (Patrick Clayton)

It was the first of May
Donny decided on that day
He would open up shop on Denver Street
It was three days later
Barry thought he could do much greater
So he opened up a rival store to compete

They sold bicycles
Two from a dozen for fifty shells
But Barry lowered the price to fourty five
Donny knew that the race was on
His customers, they were gone
So he started to charge thirty to stay alive
(In the competition that is)

Hey sucker! Do the math!
You'll be the one who has the last laugh!
You gotta pull a profit to make a buck!
So charge hard - spend little
Make em' pay - transmittal
When they ask you for your mantra say:
"I'm not going broke today"

Bikes were shipped for twenty each
Twenty five Barry went to reach
And business was flocking in like mad
Donny advertised in the Times
But all the folks would walk on by
And Barry didn't even have a single ad

One day twenty Donny allowed
But in a voice strong and pround
Barry announced he'd charge only ten
Then six, five, four, three, two, and one
Donny knew that he was done
All bikes were a nickel in the end

Hey sucker! Do the math!
You'll be the one who has the last laugh!
You gotta pull a profit to make a buck!
So charge hard - spend little
Make em' pay - transmittal
When they ask you for your mantra say:
"I'm not going broke today"

Barry and Donny both were poor
Both were forced to close up store
They didn't know how they'd make it back
Until they found out they were brothers
A secret they had hid from each other
So they teamed up and raised a wealthy stack
(In only three hours)

Hey sucker! Do the math!
You'll be the one who has the last laugh!
You gotta pull a profit to make a buck!
Charge hard - spend little
Make 'em pay - belittle
Those who - bow down
To the - great sound
Of a - million
Better - discounts
And remember what the whiz kids say
"I did not go broke today"

Do The Math
(by the super-serious duo of Aaron's Bowel Problem)

Eating at your favorite diner
Waitress doesn't slip
But you think that you can smell her vagina
How will that affect the tip?

Fifteen percent
Minus three for coochie stench

Do the math
You know the equation
Square root the path
To algebraic elation

Meeting your financial advisor
He isn't wearing pants
Just a Mickey-Mouse sun-visor
Then he starts to breakdance

I don't like the way he dances
I'll advise my own finances

Do the Math
You know the equation
Square root the path
To algebraic elation

Lemme tell you all about it
The FOIL method
First Outer Inner Last...
IT HELPS YOU DO THE MATH FAST

Do the math
You know the equation
Square root the path
To algebraic elation

etc.

Contains the following sample: Atari 2600 Donkey Kong.