Lyrics
Daddy weren’t no preacher
Had no spiritual acclaim
Instead he was a teacher
And numbers were his game
He spoke in many parables
About parabolas
I tell ya, it ain’t terrible
Bein’ formed by formulas
When I was just a youngin’
He’d bounce me on his knee
He’d teach me about functions
And trigonometry
He offered up his praises
To the holy trinity:
Equilateral and scalene
And isosceles
Don’t you know I’m
Countin’ my blessings
Knowin’ he raised me
Learnin’ his lessons
I grew exponentially (get it?)
If I had to
Rate him as a father
Well it may sound bizarre
But I’d give him
Three point one four one five nine
Stars
Pythagoras’s theorem, well that was his salvation
His students gathered near him just to watch him solve equations
As a math professor, he was well reputed
His sermons were according to the gospel of Saint Euclid
Don’t you know I’m
Countin’ my blessings
Knowin’ he raised me
Learnin’ his lessons
I grew exponentially
(If I had to)
Rate him as a father
Well it may sound bizarre
But I’d give him
Three point one four one five nine two
Six five three five eight nine seven
Stars
Now please excuse my dear Aunt Sally while I go off on a tangent. If you’re looking for a prime example of a father with no parallels, look no further than my daddy. No matter what angle you look at it from, no other dad was greater than or equal to him. And I ain’t fibbin…Fibonacci, that is!
Don’t you know I’m
Countin’ my blessings
Knowin’ he raised me
Learnin’ his lessons
I grew exponentially
If I had to
Rate him as a father
Well it may sound bizarre
But I’d give him
Three point one four one five nine two
Six five three five eight nine seven nine
Three two three eight four six two six
Four three three eight three two seven
Stars
Amen