Pi

Look, if you had…one shot…one opportunity… To recite the digits of the number pi… One moment… Would you capture it… or just let it slip?
 * Lose Yourself (In The Digits) **

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, head is heavy The numbers cloud his vision already, keep it steady He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To re-cite, but it’s not quite off-settin’

That he’s froze now, and the whole crowd knows he vowed To get it perfect, but the numbers won’t come out He’s chokin’, how – everybody’s jokin’ now Three point one five—woops—kablouw!

Snap back to reality, oh, it’s a malady Oh, it’s so random, he choked He can’t stand, but he won’t give up That easy, no He won’t have it, he knows – all his fans really hope He can shatter the glob…

…al world record of Fo’… …rty-two-thousand*, although If-he-looks down at his notes, he knows that’s when it’s Back to the learnin’ by rote To feel rapture He’d better capture those digits a little faster

You better lose yourself in the digits of pi, it’s a high But you got a thousand more to go The numbers do not stop Or drop into pattern, no And memorizin’ ‘em takes most of a lifetime

If I’m not mistaken, my memory’s wakin’ This number’s mine for the taking Hear it ring, as I list all the, digits in order And whole numbers are borin’, approximations just keep me snorin’,

Pi only grows longer to get more precise A rounded-off fraction just won’t cut the ice So twenty-two sevenths, you take my advice If I catch you round here, you will

Pay the price, so give up this façade, Ray-shee-os are oh so flawed They close the door to those who like infinite Strings of oh’s, 2s, 9s, 3’s, and 6’s, it

Shows the woes of-all-the schmoes who chose To forgo Pi’s logic, and I Don’t suppose those bozos applaud it When I throw down the gauntlet, with a “Three point one four”… I got it!

You better lose yourself in the digits of pi, it’s a high But you got a thousand more to go The numbers do not stop Or drop into pattern, no And memorizin’ ‘em takes most of a lifetime Pi is 3.141592653589793238462643383279…

No more games, I’m-a bust right outta my cage, and Get my Pi-recitin’ groove on, on this here stage I was playin’ in the beginnin’, the mood all changed I been broken up from soakin’ up this whole page

But I kept churnin’ and kept learnin’ to decipher The rhythm of the number that makes me so hyper All the pain and strife amplified by the Fact that I can’t get back to my life, I’m

Whacked and I don’t exactly know why, I’m Acting like I am attracted to Pi! So Back to a kid jam-packed with random numbers I think this whole process is makin’ me dumber

It still shakes me up, man, it makes me sentimental That a number so essential is also transcendental Caught up between bein’ in fashion and bein’ irrational It’s passion flashin’ through my brain Whenever I explain it

I just think pi is nice, Would you... like a slice? I’ve gotten to the point, it’s like a vice, I’m not Afraid of gettin' caught, but still it hurts a lot Success is my only mathematic option, failure’s not

Pi, I love you, but these people got to know A million tiny circles haunt my every thought So here I go with my shot Brain, fail me not, This may be the only opportunity that I got!

You better lose yourself in the digits of pi, it’s a high But you got a thousand more to go The numbers do not stop Or drop into pattern, no And memorizin’ ‘em takes most of a lifetime Pi is… 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459