Want to learn history? Walk around this city. Want to learn how this town was built? Drink a cappuccino— make sure it ain't spilt. Want to learn this currency? Look at that Confederacy. Want to learn the night? In an alley pull a knife. Pull anything you can choose. Go to Ross, grab cheap shoes. Go to Mickey D's— If you please. A Big Mac's better without the cheese. Or stay on in— it's your choice. It's your story, it’s your voice. Write a line or read three more. Whichever is less likely to bore. You want to learn how to integrate? Stir in cream— just don't wait. Find the area of a curve. Bullet coming at you, you better swerve, And Zimmerman sure did serve. That’s right, Zimmerman sure did swerve. This epic poem ain't easy to write. Especially if you already rhymed the night. So if the White House is the one you hate. Pile more spaghetti on your plate. Or find a girl— Selma, don't wait. Unplug your favorite disco hot plate. Don't really matter if you ain't got the right. May as well rhyme the night, Man! May as well rhyme the night. I didn't write the chorus, the chorus wrote me. Go ask your mother. Yeah, we'll see. A lot of Rube a little bit of Gold. This burg's getting younger while I's growing old. Remove the staple— you got a 'fold. The 'net's better for that, I'm told. Click, click, click, click, click, away. Straight, trans, hetero, buy my gay. Consume anything to keep you tight Yeah, may as well rhyme the Night. Shucks, again I rhymed the night! I got a horizontal tower Laid at my feet. Public transportation elevator Moves you several feet. Sleeping on a mattress of equator. It's hot and I don't like the heat. A lot of it's— I don't get the sleep. Thinking of a word instead of "night". This poem's almost over. It’s almost trite. A couple more words to stretch this tune. Yeah, may as well rhyme the Moon. That's right, may as well rhyme the Moon.