[Intro – sparse warm bass, soft water sounds, lantern chain, intimate spoken female vocal] Just here for one song. [Pause] Nice little pond. [Verse 1 – relaxed, dry and playful] I came in quiet with my lantern low Found a little space where the cattails grow They laughed at things I hadn't heard I smiled a little late, offbeat I stayed by the reeds as daylight died Watched the little ripples collide I nearly left before moonrise One duck slid over to my side "Plenty of room, come on, sit." ...I really should've questioned it. [Chorus – playful, restrained melodic hook, small backing-vocal responses] [Backing] Cayuga, Cayuga [Lead] I see through ya Keep your feathers still The water tells on you [Backing] Cayuga, Cayuga [Lead] I see through ya Mmm, look at you... The water tells on you [Verse 2 – bass grows playful, percussion interruptions] Someone said, "Pick a beast, make it sing" A bee showed up with a crown of string A cosmic chicken came crashing down Landed upside down without a sound Then Sweden called across the pond "Bet Denmark couldn't hit a thing!" I picked an acorn, nice and slow And pierced his little paper boat He fired back, I took a swing Carved FINAL SHOT into the pier Three songs in, I called the end [Short pause] ...Well, that was optimistic. [Instrumental – bass slide, single startled quack] [Chorus – stronger groove, clipped brass replies] [Backing] Cayuga, Cayuga [Lead] I see through ya Go on, look innocent The water tells on you [Backing] Cayuga, Cayuga [Lead] I see through ya I only threw two! The water tells on you [Verse 3 – faster phrasing, harder snare, brass begins interrupting] A leaf came drifting through the reeds "YOUR TURN" scratched across the green I looked at FINAL on the pier ...Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Then came a shot from America And Sweden sent another splash I said, "What are we starting, World War Three?" And sent one skimming right on back [Short instrumental break – two sharp brass stabs] [Lead – dry spoken] Right. That's it. [Instrumental – groove briefly settles, percussion drops away] [Verse 4 – deceptive calm, intimate conversational vocal] The pond went quiet for a while I showed QUACKLASH the score The holes in Sweden's paper boat And FINAL SHOT from days before She looked across the water Then back at what I'd done I waited for her verdict [Sudden complete silence] [Guest female voice – loud, confident] MY TURN! [Explosive distorted guitar riff, heavy drums slam in] [Lead – startled, dry] ...Oh, duck. [Pre-Chorus – restless bass, sharp snare, guitar grows aggressive] One from me, then one from her Two Danish shots, back to back I thought she'd pick a single bank [Short pause] She brought a whole damn sack! [Lead – half-spoken] ...She's not done, is she? [Chaos Break – aggressive stop-start groove, overlapping crowd voices, brass and guitar clashing] [Voices] FRANCE FIRES BACK! [Lead] Oh, here we go. [Explosive guitar riff] [Voices] QUACKLASH! AGAIN! [Lead] She's shooting at EVERYBODY! [Sharp acorn splashes, chaotic percussion] [Voices] SWEDEN'S BACK! [Lead] Of course they are! [Voices] GERMANY'S IN! [Lead] ...Wait, WHO invited Germany?! [Voices] QUACKLASH! [Dirty guitar and brass collision] [Distant commanding voice] FORM A LINE! [Lead] ...In water?! [Overlapping crowd chants] LEFT BANK! RIGHT BANK! LEFT BANK! RIGHT BANK! [Lead – losing her composure] IT'S THE SAME DAMN POND! [All] CHAOS AT THE POND! [Wild instrumental – locked heavy bass, jagged guitar riffs, dissonant brass arguments, chopped quacks and abrupt rhythmic stops] [Bridge – sudden total silence, lone piano, distant water] The Mallard slept beneath the reeds The Ductator lost his crown My lantern floated past the dock My hat was upside down I found a quiet little spot And tucked my feathers in Then something bumped against my wing [Pause] ...An acorn. [Final Chorus – full-band release, animated female lead and teasing group responses] [Backing] Cayuga, Cayuga! [Lead] Oh, now you see through me? [Backing] Cayuga, Cayuga! [Lead] Can't keep these feathers still The water tells on me [Backing] Cayuga, Cayuga! [Lead] I only came to hear a tune! [All – explosive rhythmic chant] CHAOS AT THE POND! [Final instrumental – wild guitar and brass call-and-response, rhythmic duck chants, sudden hard stop] [Outro – original lazy bass groove returns, calm intimate spoken female vocal] Right. That's enough pond for one night. [Long pause – soft water ripples] [Lead – quietly] ...Anybody got an acorn? [One tiny splash, cheeky bass sting] [End]
