(Music starts with a jerky, robotic synth beat. A single, frustrated voice chants over a mechanical rhythm section.)

(Verse 1)
I drill and drill through the textbook’s stack
Try to integrate my brain, but the constant's way off track
I check my work against the answer in the back
But the domain's all wrong, my logic's under attack!
And I try… and I try… and I try… and I try…

(Chorus - Shouted, with angular, robotic backing vocals)
I CAN’T GET NO
SATIS-FRACTION!
I CAN’T GET NO
LIMIT-ACTION!
When I’m tryin’ to find the anti-derivative function
And the prof gives my proof a complete reduction!
NO! NO! NO!

(Verse 2)
I read a lemma that is elegant and neat
But my own conjectures crumble right beneath my feet
I try to bound the error term, a discrete feat
But the asymptote diverges down a one-way street!
And I grind… and I grind… and I grind… and I grind…

(Chorus)
I CAN’T GET NO
BASE-IFICATION!
I CAN’T GET NO
SIMPLI-FICATION!
When I’m factorin’ a polynomial relation
And I hit irreducible over the rationals’ nation!
NO! NO! NO!

(Spoken Bridge - Over a pulsing, anxious sequencer)
Sub-problem one: Insufficient data.
Sub-problem two: Pathological counterexample.
Sub-problem three: Induction hypothesis fails.
Conclusion: I am not a clever unit.

(Guitar Solo - Sounds like a modem having a nervous breakdown while attempting a Fast Fourier Transform.)

(Chorus - Faster, more frantic)
I CAN’T GET NO
CON-VER-GENCE!
I CAN’T GET NO
LOGIC EMERGENCE!
When I’m rotatin’ a manifold with great urgency
And my homeomorphism lacks the required urgency!
NO! NO! NO!

(Outro - Music becomes sparser, breaking down into erratic blips)
No fraction… no action…
No traction… no satisfaction…
D-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N is the only solution!