Help Me, Sweet Baby James
I’m sitting in an accounting class right now, and we’re using a wooden skewer to estimate a best-fit linear regression. I think I’m going to gouge my eyes out now, so if I keep typing and the letters are all wrong, I’ve probably just moved off of home row without knowing it.
I’m racking my brain, sorting through my archived set of James Taylor lyrics, for an appropriate song.
How about from the Apple Records album (Self Titled):
I’m just knocking ‘round the zoo
On a Thursday afternoon
I said there’s bars on all the windows
And they’re counting up the spoons, babe
And if I’m feeling edgy,
There’s a chick who’s paid to be my slave, yeah,
Watch out James.
But she’ll hit me with a needle
If she thinks I’m trying to misbehave, yeah.
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