Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Four years down this winding road,
Crunchin’ numbers in decode mode.
From day one, he brought the spark,
Turning noise into insight, lighting up the dark.
[Verse 2]
He don’t just analyze, oh no—he feels,
Trends and patterns spinning like vinyl wheels.
When Adam’s in, the room’s in tune,
We’re swayin’ to his data groove like a Sunday afternoon.
[Chorus]
Here’s to the man with the stats so fine,
Crossin’ every metric, toein’ every line.
From dashboards clean to models bold,
He’s solid jazz in a spreadsheet mold.
[Bridge]
Ooooh, he makes it look easy,
Queryin’ calm, never cheesy.
While the rest of us scratch our heads,
Adam’s already three reports ahead.
[Verse 3]
Four laps around the sun in stride,
Still humble with that analyst pride.
Analytics ain’t just what he do—
It’s a rhythm, it’s a vibe, it’s a whole damn mood.
[Final Chorus]
So let’s raise a toast, and let it ring,
To Adam, who makes those data sets swing.
Four years deep with no sign of slowin’—
Keep on jazzin’, man, keep on growin’.
[Outro – soft piano fade]
Yeah… you got that data swing,
Happy 4th, Adam.