(Verse 1)
In Schulich's halls, where numbers reign,
A professor dwells, with an economic brain.
Alex Coutts, the name he bears,
With theories wild, and data snares.
(Chorus)
He's the master of bias, the lord of belief,
In models of conflict, he finds relief.
With graphs and charts, he'll make you see,
The world through the lens of econ-o-my.
(Verse 2)
From Mozambique to Rwanda's strife,
He studies the impact on social life.
In games of trust and public good,
He measures corruption, as he should.
(Chorus)
He's the master of bias, the lord of belief,
In models of conflict, he finds relief.
With graphs and charts, he'll make you see,
The world through the lens of econ-o-my.
(Bridge)
He'll teach you 'bout curse of resources,
And how information can alter its courses.
With experiments bold, and data so fine,
He'll blow your mind, with his economic sign.
(Chorus)
He's the master of bias, the lord of belief,
In models of conflict, he finds relief.
With graphs and charts, he'll make you see,
The world through the lens of econ-o-my.
(Outro)
So raise your horns, and let out a cheer,
For Alex Coutts, the economist seer.
He's the rockstar of Schulich, the dean of the school,
With theories so wild, they'll make you drool.
