[Intro - acoustic guitar groove, violin enters] [Verse 1 - loose, conversational, grooving] So you think that Battleship deserved an Oscar, huh Alien 3's your favorite—I just laugh it off Star Trek IV, the one where they save the whales And Shoot 'Em Up? You act like it's the Holy Grail You told me Army of Darkness was dumb But now you're quoting Ash like he's the chosen one Your Grinch is the cartoon, the new one, bright green Yeah, the Illumination cut—you know exactly what I mean [Pre-Chorus - building groove, sax enters] Oh, and I don't get it, no But I ain't gonna sweat it [Chorus - full band kicks, joyful] I love you and your terrible taste Ah, every crooked opinion you embrace You're rooting for the underdog, the long-shot call Yeah, you love the things that shouldn't win at all So I'll be watching Hallmark in the snow Learning Red Sox stats that I don't need to know I love you and your terrible taste Mmm, and I'm starting to see why [Instrumental Break - violin solo, playful] [Verse 2 - grooving, storytelling] You'd take that Mini Cooper over a Porsche any day "It's got more soul," that's what you always say Spent four years up in Massachusetts, changed your blood Now you're screaming for the Red Sox like it's in your blood Hey Jude is "the worst one"—oh, that's a direct quote True crime with your coffee, yeah, murder's your antidote You never watched LA Confidential, not once We threw it on last night—now you love it, of course [Pre-Chorus - bigger, horns swell] Oh, and I can't explain it, no But I'm through complaining [Chorus] I love you and your terrible taste Ah, every crooked opinion you embrace You're rooting for the underdog, the long-shot call Yeah, you love the things that shouldn't win at all So I'll survive the Bruins on the TV Nod along to murder pods like they don't creep me I love you and your terrible taste Mmm, and I'm starting to see why [Bridge - stripped, acoustic guitar only, intimate] Maybe you don't need the critics Maybe you don't need the crowd Maybe you just see the beauty In the things that get thrown out And lately I've been thinking, yeah That's how you looked at me— Like some forgotten record That you swore the world should see [Verse 3 - band slowly building back] 'Cause I was never anybody's first choice, no I wasn't shiny, wasn't making noise But you loved me like a deep cut on the B-side Before anybody listened, you were along for the ride You heard a song where the world just heard the static So maybe I should just accept it—you're a little erratic [Final Chorus - full band, celebratory, jamming] So I love you AND your terrible taste Ah, every crooked opinion I've embraced You're rooting for the underdog, the long-shot call Thank God you love the things that shouldn't win at all So keep your Boston prayers, keep your Bruins faith Keep telling me Hey Jude's a mistake—I'll beg you to stay I love you and your terrible taste 'Cause it's the reason that you fell for me [Outro - jam, violin and sax trading, fading] I love you and your terrible taste (terrible taste) Oh, I love you and your terrible taste (terrible taste) It's the reason that you fell for me Yeah, it's the reason that you fell for me Oh, I love you… I love you… and your terrible taste [Spoken Tag - music drops, just acoustic guitar] *But Alien 3? Baby... there's no excusing that one.* [End]
