[Intro: spoken, laid back, engine idling, warm synth swell] Sunday. Fresh wax. Gold spokes. Brand new switches. Cousin Lonnie said tap it once. Okay. Once. Why is it still going? [Verse 1: laid-back West Coast pocket, smooth sixteenths] Sunday morning, candy red, the sixty-four on gold spokes Wax so wet the pigeons tried to land and started doing backstrokes Cousin Lonnie did the wiring with a butter knife and prayer Said tap it once to wave hello and never leave it in the air Pulled up on the boulevard where all the uncles post Tapped it once to wave hello, the front end jumped like it saw a ghost Then it hopped and hopped and hopped, shit, the switch is stuck on yes Now I'm dribbling down the avenue in two tons of finesse Uncle Junior dropped his dominoes and stood up off the crate Said nephew, that's a hopper, I said Unc, I'm running late Tried to call my cousin Lonnie but the phone flew off the seat Now it's ringing in the trunk and I'm bouncing down the street [Hook: melodic, sung-rap, smooth female backing vocals] It's a switchbox Sunday, up and down Front end waving at the whole damn town Cousin said tap it once, I did it right Now I'm bouncing through the daytime like it's Friday night Can't park, can't brake, can't explain Bouncing through the Sunday like a pogo in the rain [Verse 2 - double time: triplet bounce, crisp diction] Bounced into the drive-thru and I hollered out a number four the lady at the window threw the bag and missed me twice Fries are raining on the windshield there's a soda in my lap and then I caught a nugget in my teeth and that was kinda nice Hopped by Mount Olive where the deacons in the parking lot were nodding with the tambourine and clapping on the three Pastor saw the bumper and he changed the hymn to number ninety-two and told the choir sing it at the speed of me Then a siren lit behind me and the officer was bouncing with his coffee jumping in the holder like a snare He said license registration but his head was nodding with it by the third hop he was asking who could do repair Bounced into a wedding where the bride was at the altar and her veil was going up and down with every single hop Now the groom is doing two-step and the flower girl is throwing petals at my hood and the deejay yelling never stop [Hook: melodic, sung-rap, smooth female backing vocals] It's a switchbox Sunday, up and down Front end waving at the whole damn town Cousin said tap it once, I did it right Now I'm bouncing through the daytime like it's Friday night Can't park, can't brake, can't explain Bouncing through the Sunday like a pogo in the rain [Bridge: spoken voicemail, bass and synth only] Lonnie. It's me. Again. Car's been hopping since nine a.m. I'm in my third county. A raccoon jumped in at a stop sign and he won't get out. He likes it here. He's wearing my sunglasses, Lonnie. Call me back. [Verse 3 - chopper burst: fastest part, thirty-second-note runs] Now the whole parade is rolling in a ripple with the uncles and the cousins and the cop and the pastor and the bride and a raccoon Every bump is in the pocket every pop is on the snare every hop is on the beat I'm a basketball inside of a cartoon Shocks are shaking like a sinner on a pew and every nut and every bolt is talking back and the frame is getting louder than a laugh Got a brake that never listens and a switch that never quits and every block somebody's filming so I'm signing autographs [Hook: melodic, sung-rap, full backing vocals] It's a switchbox Sunday, up and down Front end waving at the whole damn town Cousin said tap it once, I did it right Now I'm bouncing through the daytime like it's Friday night Can't park, can't brake, can't explain Bouncing through the Sunday like a pogo in the rain [Outro: spoken, engine cuts off, birds chirping] Finally. Engine off. Peace and quiet. Click. Raccoon. Raccoon, no. Do not touch that switch.
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