[Verse 1 – building tension, half-spoken then tightening | sparse kitchen percussion, low distant pulse, growing agitation] I woke up in a fog of rage Smelled onions softening in the pan Mom was banging pots in the sink Dad set out plates from the thrift store set I shaved my head at the bathroom mirror Then argued with my reflection for a seat at the table I saluted the toaster like it was a general And tuned my pain to the clatter next door Then something in me started climbing Like a yodel trying to pick a lock [Pre-Chorus – pressure rising, throat opening | cowbell enters, rhythm tightens] Feel it rattling in my chest From the oven, from the timer, from the mess A cowbell curse, a cheesy death And my throat keeps doing backflips for the high part [Chorus – full unhinged release | blast beats, yodel + guttural collision, alphorn stabs] Watch me yodel and scream! Yodel-ay-hee-hoo into the void! Watch me yodel and scream! Guttural goat and Swiss asteroid! [Verse 2 – same building intensity, more chaotic kitchen action | denser percussion, fondue and steam texture] Tremolo picking while the carrots steam Blast beats under the bubbling fondue Grandma’s apron on the chair, radio low Cowbell blasphemy, alphorn scorn I bit the spoon just to prove a point Then baptized the gravy in a juice glass The cat left the room — fair enough And I can feel it building every time I breathe in [Pre-Chorus – pressure rising again | same cowbell lift] Feel it rattling in my chest From the oven, from the timer, from the mess A cowbell curse, a cheesy death And my throat keeps doing backflips for the high part [Chorus – same full release] Watch me yodel and scream! Yodel-ay-hee-hoo into the void! Watch me yodel and scream! Guttural goat and Swiss asteroid! [Bridge – half spoken / half screamed, confrontational | drums thin then slam back, voice close and raw] This is not a phase, Mom… It’s the roast, the peas, the folding chairs I found my truth in a cowbell and a scream I am legally one bad noise away Put down the casserole and LISTEN [Yodel Breakdown – pure yodel, full throat, no other lyrics | blast beats under maximum Alpine yodel technique, high and unhinged] Yodel-ay Yodel-ay Yodel-ay-hee-hoo Hee-hoo Hee-hoo Yodel-ay Yodel-ay Yodel-ay-hee-hoo Hee-hoo Hee-hoo [Final Chorus – even more unhinged, maximum chaos | double intensity, overlapping yodel and scream layers] Watch me yodel and scream! Yodel-ay-hee-hoo… DIE! Yodel-ay-hee-hoo… DIE! Yodel-ay-hee-hoo… DIE! Watch me yodel and scream! (I will yodel until the neighbors call the cops) [Outro – spoken, completely calm, sudden silence under the voice] …anyway, dinner’s at six.
