Lyrics:

Making young girls pine,
I don't have the time
Babies get in line,
I've got a protractor
Got a stapler now,
It goes 'Ka-ching'
Gotta have the math club
Crown me king
Gotta rock the screen
With the cosine graphing
On my calculator.

If you're up and if you want
A piece of me
Wave goodbye and blow a kiss
'Cause you can't handle this

No, No, No
you can't handle this.
No, No, No
you can't handle this.

Through my glasses glare
You'll see savoir faire
Beneath my icy stare,
I've got a retainer
Maybe I'm the physics main event
Maybe I'm the chem club president
Maybe even Texas Instruments
Thinks that I'm co-planar

If you're up and if you want
A piece of me
Wave goodbye and blow a kiss
'Cause you can't handle this

No, No, No
You can't handle this.
No, No, No
You can't handle this.

And Leonard Nimoy can't stand up to this
And Captain James T. Kirk
Bows beneath my fists
And I am awesome awesome
I am the awesomest

No, No, No
You can't handle this.
No, No, No
You can't handle this.

No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah