So Much Drama in the PhD (from MS newsgroup) by Monzy. A hilarious song and pretty nice sounding too about a CS student striving to get a Ph.D. I’ve bolded the phrases that DW’s been singing all day.

Lyrics (from Monzy):

Yo, MC Plus Plus, my rhymes are so phat,

I’m PSPACE-complete but I’ll reduce you to 3-SAT.

My crew is so hard that we roll in NP,

And bitches dereference my pointer for free.

When I’m linear probing they’re like, “Damn that’s gigantic,”

I showed it to your mom and she used Hoare semantics.

She jumped like JNE up onto my erection

And I picked up that ho like straight garbage collection.

(“That’s right, mark-and-sweep on these nuts, bitch.”)My lyrics get stolen by sucker MCs,

I gotta sign my rhymes with PGP;

But I keep on generatin’ like a CFG

‘Cause there’s so much drama in the PhD.What’s wrong MC Plus Plus, am I making you nervous?

Even skanky fat hoes give you denial of service.

You’ll probably go to jail before you write your dissertation

So prepare your asshole for some internal fragmentation;

<Uhhh> Penetration, as they fill it up with jism,

It’s too bad you aren’t closed under homomorphism.

Your problem, Plus Plus, is that your typing isn’t strict:

In ML my type is real and your type is ‘a dict.I control my flow better than TCP,

I rep the west coast like Eazy-E,

You best not front if you can’t pass the GRE,

‘Cause there’s so much drama in the PhD.My flow is so intense that I will overflow your buffer,

Corrupt your stack pointer makin’ all your data suffer.

I’ve got saturated edges but your flow is sparser,

Real gangstas sip on Yacc; instead you generate a parser.

While you’re busy poppin’ stacks I’ll pop a cap in your skull,

While you smoke your crack pipe I’m gonna pipe you to /dev/null.

I may not have a label but I rap like a star;

I’m an unsigned long int and you’re an 8-bit char.

Your mom circulates like a public key,

Servicing more requests than HTTP.

She keeps all her ports open like Windows ME,

Oh, there’s so much drama in the PhD.DWORD to your moms, I came to drop bombs;

I’ve got more rhymes that San Jose’s got dotcoms.

I rep the Farm like 50 reps Queens,

With more power than multitape Turing Machines.

Blowin’ up the rap scene faster than factorial functions,

I’m dope like PNP transistors and I’ll saturate your junctions.

By the time you’ve rhymed one line, I’ve already busted ten;

You rap in exponential time and I’m big-O of log(n).I run gmake and gcc,

And I ain’t never called malloc without calling free.

I’ll beat your ass until it’s colored like a red-black tree

‘Cause there’s so much drama in the PhD.

An old favorite: Finite Simple Group (of Order Two) by The Klein Four Group. You can check out more of the videos and songs on their non-flash homepage.

Lyrics (from The Klein Four Group):

The path of love is never smooth

But mine’s continuous for you

You’re the upper bound in the chains of my heart

You’re my Axiom of Choice, you know it’s trueBut lately our relation’s not so well-defined

And I just can’t function without you

I’ll prove my proposition and I’m sure you’ll find

We’re a finite simple group of order twoI’m losing my identity

I’m getting tensor every day

And without loss of generality

I will assume that you feel the same waySince every time I see you, you just quotient out

The faithful image that I map into

But when we’re one-to-one you’ll see what I’m about

‘Cause we’re a finite simple group of order twoOur equivalence was stable,

A principal love bundle sitting deep inside

But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms

Now everything is so complexifiedWhen we first met, we simply connected

My heart was open but too dense

Our system was already directed

To have a finite limit, in some senseI’m living in the kernel of a rank-one map

From my domain, its image looks so blue,

‘Cause all I see are zeroes, it’s a cruel trap

But we’re a finite simple group of order twoI’m not the smoothest operator in my class,

But we’re a mirror pair, me and you,

So let’s apply forgetful functors to the past

And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group,

Let’s be a finite simple group of order two

(Oughter: “Why not three?”)I’ve proved my proposition now, as you can see,

So let’s both be associative and free

And by corollary, this shows you and I to be

Purely inseparable. Q. E. D.

Dean Glenn Hubbard – Every Breath You Take (from Dan), a parody music video of Police – Every Breath You Take. This was done by the Follies Student Comedy Revue, a group of students at Columbia Business School.

Lyrics (from CBS Follies):

Every breath you take

Every change of rate

Jobs you don’t create

While we still stagflate

I’ll be watching youEvery single day

Bernanke takes my pay

When growth goes away

Inflation will stay

I’ll be watching youOh can’t you see?

The Fed’s where I should be

How my poor heart aches

With each of your mistakesFirst you move your lips

Hike a few more BPS

When demand then dips

And the yield curve flips

I’ll be watching youSince you came supply’s lost without a trace

I dream at night that I punch you in the face

Your interest policies I cannot embrace

I feel so wronged and I long for Greenspan’s place

I keep cryin’: Benny! Benny! Please…Oh can’t you see?

The Fed Chair should be me

How my poor heart aches

When prices escalateEvery move you make

Every oath you take

Hope your models break

Bet that beard is fake

I’ll be watching youCBS is great

Wouldn’t change my fate

But we’ll be watching you

We’ll be watching you

At first, I didn’t know wht BPS is, but it turns out to stand for basis point: *A basis point (bp or ‱) is 0.01% and is often used in the context of interest rates.*

Just realized CBS stood for Columbia Business School and not the TV channel Columbia Broadcasting System. I also didn’t know who Bernanke was and it turns out he’s the new Alan Greenspan, I mean Chairman of the Board of Governors of the United States Federal Reserve (“the Fed”).