Lyrics:

You’re insecure. So half of four, your old brains are not what they were befo-o-ore. And two threes, is fun for us, ‘cause we’re young and we can still remember stu-u-uff. Everyone else can multiply by sixty, everyone else can add two-ooh…Now take off one hundred and add on twenty four, then divide by two and add on seven more. And if you’re struggling now it’s not hard to tell; you don’t know-o-oh, your maths skills are terrible, oh oh. If only you had a mind like me, you’d understand how to divide this sum by three, and not just that of the age of this OAP. You don’t know-o-oh, your maths skills are terrible, oh oh. It’s really kind of pitiful.