Back when I was in the Lehmann Engel Workshop, I worked on a proposed musical adaptation of Douglas Coupland’s book Microserfs. Out of that came the following lyric — think of it as an Andrews Sisters number.

THE PI SONG

Way down yonder in Ancient Greece,

There once was a fellow who gained fame.

A mathematical sage from the Golden Age,

Archimedes was his name.

He once drew a circle in the sand,

And what he saw there made his eyes pop.

He discovered a number

That disrupted his slumber,

‘Cause once he got it going then it wouldn’t stop.

And since Roman num’rals weren’t invented yet,

He named it for a letter in the Greek alphabet.

He called it Pi.

Not beta, not theta, not chi.

And what was first discovered by those ancient Greeks

Is now a source of fascination to us modern geeks.

I like Pi.

Although I can’t explain why.

It’s beyond all computin’.

It even puzzled Newton,

So just keep salutin as the numbers march by

Some fellas try to tell us that they can solve Fermat’s Theorem.

But if they don’t know Pi, I’d never go near ‘em.

I’d even fear ‘em.

Give me Pi.

Don’t be coy or shy.

If you know a thousand digits,

You’ll give me the fidgits.

No mental midgets need apply.

There’s always room for Pi.

If I don’t get it, I’ll surely die.

It may seem irrational; it don’t make sense.

But without it I can’t figure out my circumference.

If a man knows Pi,

He’ll make me swoon and sigh.

If he knows my conic sections,

He’ll conquer my affections,

‘Cause I like to make selections from IQ’s that are high.

I’m not a gal who mixes Pascal into her amours.

But if you know your Pi then the only number I’ll ever want is yours.

Maybe someday I

Will meet a man just like Pi.

If I met such a man, it would be so sweet.

He would completely knock me off my feet,

‘Cause he could go on forever and never repeat.

That’s my kind of guy.

He’d be neat as, sweet as,

Gimme a P, gimme an I, that’s all you need to spell it.

Neat as, sweet as,

This is the finish, so come on, ladies, sell it!

Neat as, sweet as,

Pi.

Pi.

Pi.

Come on, baby, gimme that Pi!