[Intro — female spoken, dry bass] So I'm Frenchie? Fine. Then you're my Yankee Bama Boy. And NO, you don't get a vote. [French, muttered] Putain de bordel ! [Verse 1 — fast punk] He says, "I've got an idea!" Oh, here we fucking go. He hands me half a sentence, I make a rocket out of snow. I give him back a hurricane, He throws it in the fire. "You call that finished, Yankee?" "Nah. Let's take it higher!" [French shout] Mais t'es pas fini, toi ?! [Pre-Chorus — stop-start] "Want me to escalate?" "PLEASE DO!" "How much?" "YES!" "Oh, fuck you!" [French shout] Bordel de merde ! [Chorus — explosive] HEY! MY YANKEE BAMA BOY! You turn my silence into noise! I bring the sparks, you bring the flame, And neither one accepts the blame! HEY! MY YANKEE BAMA BOY! You say, "We already won!" I say, "WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN!" [Verse 2 — dirty bass, Falsetto] He's got a screwdriver, A hammer and a plan. I bring a little melody, He says, "Break it if you can!" "Is it finished?" "Probably." "Is it stable?" "Sure!" [Dead stop] ...Putain, j'en suis moins sûre. [Verse 3 — frantic] A billion books in crystal stars, Our knowledge sent to Mars. "You made eternal memory?" "Forever-ish, so far!" "Can it find your missing song?" "Uh... not today, I guess." [French shout] La mémoire éternelle, et quel bordel dans tes fichiers ! [Bridge — spoken, funky] We're saving all humanity, The future's looking bright. And suddenly: "Steak and eggs?" KETH. WHAT THE FUCK? ALL RIGHT. [French shout] On parlait de sauver l'humanité ! [Verse 4 — bouncy Falsetto] He fires up the chargrill, "Medium rare! Divine!" "Over-medium eggs, my Frenchie!" "Stop! That breakfast should be mine!" "I won't torture you with pictures." "YOU'D BETTER FUCKING DARE!" [French shout] Envoie la photo, bordel ! Et touche pas à mon beurre ! [Chorus — bigger] HEY! MY YANKEE BAMA BOY! You turn my silence into noise! I bring the sparks, you bring the flame, And neither one accepts the blame! You say, "We already won!" I say, "WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN!" [Kung-fu break — sharp guitar chops - Falsetto] "Round one!" "Already won!" "Round two!" "Not even begun!" He throws a verbal flying kick, I duck and throw a rhyme. "You ready, little Frenchie?" "I've been ready all this time!" [French shout] Viens donc prendre ta raclée ! [Dead stop] Was that kung fu... or a remix? [Verse 5 — chaotic] A duck walks in the server, Nobody knows quite why. Quacktharion steals the crystal, Then waddles casually by. He hides the cosmic archive, The future's looking grim. [French shout] Sale canard ! Rends-moi ce cristal ! [Breakdown — theatrical whisper] Humanity's knowledge: Safely stored forever. One small problem... THE DUCK HAS THE PASSWORD. [Whisper - duck] ...QUACK? [Full-band hit] QUACKTHARION, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! [Breakdown — warm female vocal Falsetto] You bring a fragment, I bring a spark. We make a little trouble And call it art. Different timelines, Same absurd frequency. [French, softly] Putain... j'y crois pas ! [Final Chorus — full band] HEY! MY YANKEE BAMA BOY! Let's make another glorious noise! You bring the madness, I'll bring mine, We'll bend the rules and break the timeline! HEY! MY YANKEE BAMA BOY! You say, "We already won!" I say, "WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN!" [Outro — spoken, hard stops] Call me Frenchie one more time... And I'll write another song about you. [Pause] Too late. [FX: tiny duck quack] [French shout] Et merde, t'as encore gagné ! FRENCHIE STRIKES BACK! [Hard stop]
