[Intro — Whispered, mysterious] Psst... The spoon is facing north. The moon has misplaced Tuesday. Three potatoes have entered the frequency. Nobody panic. The floor knows what to do. [Verse 1 — Bouncy, playful] I put my troubles in a tiny blue shoe, Fed them some glitter and a quantum fondue. One said, “I'm heavy!” One said, “I'm deep!” The third fell asleep in a bowl full of beep. Seven little clocks doing backflips in space, A confused purple chicken wearing time on its face. I asked the universe, “Can we take a break?” It said, “Wrong department. Please dance with the cake!” [Pre-Chorus — Female robotic whispers] Ticka-ticka… not today. Wobble-wobble… drift away. If the stars don't know the plan, Wave your elbows while you can. [Chorus — Euphoric, infectious] Bim-bala-boom, let the ceiling breathe! Zigga-zagga-zoom, put your worries on leave! One blue banana, two invisible keys, We're not lost, we're just changing the cheese! Oh-oh, the wobble is working! Hey-hey, the planets are smirking! Bim-bala-boom, let the old clouds go! The floor says yes and the socks say GO! [Post-Chorus — Signature vocal glitch] La-li… lo-lu… The penguin knows. La-li… lo-lu… Nobody knows. Click! Clack! Moon in a paper hat! Reverse the soup! Now dance like that! [Verse 2 — Playful spoken-sung] The door has a password: “Tuesday is green.” The password denied it had ever been seen. A mushroom in sunglasses is checking the beat, While a tiny black hole steals everybody's seat. But hey, little comet, you've carried enough, You don't have to sparkle when the journey gets rough. Even a galaxy needs a moment to rest, Sometimes doing nothing is doing your best. [Bridge — Warm, sincere, then strange] Breathe in the blue… Let go of the grey… You don't need to solve Every glitch in the day. One little heartbeat, One little light, You made it this far. That's enough for tonight. [Build-Up — Robotic voice] SYSTEM STATUS: Slightly ridiculous. Emotion detected. Comfort protocol engaged. Initiate the sacred… POTATO SEQUENCE! [Final Drop — Explosive, joyful] BIM! BALA! BOOM! The walls go jelly! ZIG! ZAGA! ZOOM! The moon says, “Ready!” Left foot, right foot, Three steps to Mars! Wave to the toaster! High-five the stars! Bim-bala-boom, let the ceiling breathe! Zigga-zagga-zoom, put your worries on leave! One blue banana, two invisible keys, We're not lost, we're just changing the cheese! [Outro — Whispered, affectionate] The spoon is facing north. Tuesday has been forgiven. The blue shoe is empty. And you... You can rest now. [One final tiny voice] ...the cake was innocent.
