by Heather Loomer, Heather Smith, and Viki Schollenberg
Give it to me baby,
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Give it to me baby,
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Give it to be baby,
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
You know it's kinda hard just to jump with gravite,
Our subject isn't cool but we like it anyway.
We may not have a clue about distance, rate, or time
But everything we lack will be obvious in this rhyme.
(Chorus)
So don't be late and make class wait,
'Cause if you don't go then your physics mark's at stake.
Electromagnetic fields, the shape of wheels,
For you know weight, for you know weight.
Gotta concentrate and accelerate,
Soon you'll know how to calculate your weight.
The world needs physicists,
So hey hey do that physics thing!
We need some new tools,
Not just any will suffice
So when we do our labs,
Our results will be precise.
Now cruisin' down the hallway,
We see hotties as we pass
But we don't look twice
'Cause we wanna do our labs!
(Repeat Chorus)
Mr. White's excited,
'Cause we're getting work done.
We gave our full attention,
Cause we know he's number one.
Fights fires by night,
Educates by day.
But in our own minds
He's the highlight of our day!!
(Repeat Chorus)