[Intro] .. . .. ... ... ... [Verse 1] This ain't the real thing, baby, this is just the sketch A cigarette half-smoked, a bet you didn't place The paint is still wet, the tune is still raw Just a rough-cut diamond with a crack in the jaw [Verse 2] The melody's borrowed, the hook's on parole A jukebox ghost rattling round a rock 'n' roll hole It sounds like a band that forgot half the chords And wrote all the lyrics on the back of receipts and reward cards [Pre-Chorus] (tension builds, drums drop to a shuffle) Don't turn it up too loud, don't write it on the wall This song's got holes in it like a bathroom stall .. .. [Chorus] It's a demo, honey — don't expect a thing Just a busted engine tryna learn to sing .. [Verse 3] No studio magic, no gold on the mix Just a junky little groove and a bag full of tricks It's a skeleton dance, it's a two-dollar bet The best song I wrote that I haven't written yet [Pre-Chorus] (tension builds, drums drop to a shuffle) Don't turn it up too loud, don't write it on the wall This song's got holes in it like a bathroom stall .. .. [Chorus] It's a demo, honey — don't expect a thing Just a busted engine tryna learn to sing It's a demo, honey — don't expect a thing Just a busted engine tryna learn to sing ... ... ... [Bridge] Yeah, I know it ain't much — hell, an AI wrote half of it But let's be honest, sweetheart, it still beats most of the shit they spin on the radio at noon on a Tuesday You know I'm right, you're just too polite to say it .. . [Guitar Solo] ... .. ... [Chorus] It's a demo, honey — don't expect a thing Just a busted engine tryna learn to sing It's a demo, honey — don't expect a thing Just a busted engine tryna learn to sing Still a busted engine — but it's got a ring A busted engine, baby, learning how to sing [Outro] .. ... ... .. "Yeah. That's the one."
