(to the tune of Purple Haze)
Yellow Pigs, all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
I'm provin' theorems, and I don't know why...
Excuse me, while I kiss e^{\pi i}
Yellow Pigs, all around
Some in the sky, and some on the ground
All of them singing out "seventeen"
It's the weirdest thing that I've ever seen
(Everyone do bad air guitar)
Yellow Pigs, all in my eyes
This vision, yellow, I can't deny
In turnin' yellow, and growin' wings
I fly away and shout "seventeen"
(Everyone do bad air guitar)