Electromagnetic
to the tune of Intergalactic, by the Beastie Boys

Verse I:
Well, now, don't you take that node out
7406 gotta lotta clout.
That voltage drop will take any route
It's got source impedance that you can't doubt.
Scout,
Look out!
I said "Puttin' your fingers across'll make you shout."
Arcing 'cross your finger from source to ground
That kinda power makes yo damn ass fall down.
If you try to shock me, I'll hit your snout.
Juicing up the Vs 'til you black out.
You got short,
You got doubt,
To cook this up needs square wave out.
If you try to solder me, I'll flip out,
Runnin' from the lab, although I'm stout.
Floppin' around like rainbow trout,
Caught all up wit' no way out.

Verse III:
In the research labs diodes go pop
Blow off your sneaks with electric shocks.
The chips will shoot right off their blocks
Cause the current is high in the magnetic locks.
Well, I am known to start to hop,
When I coat floors in slimy glop.
Usin' HPs, gettin' Vs on the op,
Doctors L&M known to find the voltage, mmm, drop.
When I cleaned the lab I used a mop.
If solder's flux, my breadboard's slop.
Sit at the bench as I search the shop
For a voltage-high RS flip-flop.
If you try the circuit you will need clocks
On the inputs all ad hoc.
The switches start bouncing and the output stops,
Like a high-pass filter just made it stop.