I saw They Might Be Giants at The Paradise in Boston 30 years ago. I went for their unique brand of guitar and accordion-rich, lyrically brilliant satirical synth pop. I came away with a deeper understanding of James K Polk, our 11th president. I heard them say one time they wrote this because they wanted to make a song out of the most boring information possible. They succeeded. So start off your Presidents’ Day with this tribute to The Napoleon of the Stump. Then hope his name comes up in trivia some time so you can look like a genius. Thank me later.