I wrote the textbook, I am the expert, I know what it took, To find the answers, I'd roam the edge of the earth, In hopes it'd be worth, More than just an A+ for effort, I use my microscope to break it down now, And then my telescope to figure out how, To see the much bigger picture, Concoct a mixture, In case I fail to remember how, So go through a phase, But still know my name.

Chorus: Break it down now, Figure out how, To make it all make sense in less than seven days.

Back, back, Forth, forth, It's automatic, Quit keeping score, And while you're at it, Go on now roll up your sleeves, Use elbow grease, Show me how to bury a hatchet, Don't go digging up all the facts from, Stories we don't bring up, Relax and, Let it tell itself, This prop will sell, And just roll right off your back.

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Take me down off the shelf, Stick in my shell, Put me back up where I sleep so well, Put me back up, Put me back up, Put me back up, I don't sleep so well.


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