[Intro: 101 BPM, shambolic dub brass, deep analog bassline, vintage offbeat piano stabs, lo-fi warmth] [Verse 1] Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you, Nana nana nah nah. [Chorus] [Soulful 3-piece female backing harmonies] Even Vincent Van Gogh Will fucking tell you so: Cutting it off Doesn't block the hole. [Verse 2] I can't hear you, Too much static In my brain That I just can't contain. There she goes On the phone again, Conversation ain't got no end, Calling it in, Asking for a friend. [Chorus] [Soulful 3-piece female backing harmonies] Even Vincent Van Gogh Will fucking tell you so: Cutting it off Doesn't block the hole. [Verse 3] I can't hear you, Nor would I want to. Beek's always pecking At my head, Wishing I was deaf Or better yet dead. [Bridge / Middle Break: Dub style brass, heavy bass drop, Vox Continental organ stabs, offbeat guitar skanks] [Verse 4] I can't hear you Or find the button To clear you. Nearly put me off my beer— Nearly, but not really. Better call Siri, These eyes get bleary When the brain gets Weary of your Endless shite, every night. [Pre-Chorus: Raspy male lead traded with soulful 3-piece female backing call-and-response, mocking tone] Put my fingers in my ears, Singing, Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you. Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you. Getting ready to John Deere you, The deciding factor Underneath my tractor. Stand clear, There's no reception here. [Chorus] [Soulful 3-piece female backing harmonies] Even Vincent Van Gogh Will fucking tell you so: Cutting it off Doesn't block the hole. [Outro: Shambolic brass, soulful 3-piece backing vocals echoing, fading tape delay, lo-fi analog warmth] Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you, Nana nana nah nah.
