[INTRO — Bright piano motif → crisp clean guitar riff → skipping violin line locks in → walking bass kicks full speed] Da-da-da-da-da — da-da-da-da — the world is changing, don’t you know? [VERSE 1 — conversational, drawl-meets focused polish] SHE SAID “THE WORLD IS CHANGING” — just like that, out of the blue No preamble, no context — I hadn’t got a clue I could call her out and sleep upon the couch through the night I could think fast on my feet, beg and say “I’ve seen the light” Or I could smile that knowing smile — admire the work I paid to get Nod and say “i love you my sweet blossom but I'm not following you just yet?” While I paused she gave a scowl and then she sighed really deep “You drank too much last night — missed the tag-team, fell asleep” I said “Michelle, we don’t do stuff like that — we never have, you got to know” She punched my arm and giggled — “Times change, Vincent went with the flow!” [PRE-CHORUS — violins skip higher, piano sparkles] Says the guys in college offered stuff — she gave a few a try “They looked better on me anyway” — winks with a roguish eye “Shaun gave the number — Sergeant Shaun, in charge a narcotics desk” I rolled my eyes — I tried to help “That’s not a recommendation, by my guess” [CHORUS — sweeping orchestral lift, rich harmonies, bright & bouncy] THE WORLD IS CHANGING — YES THE TIMES KEEP MOVING ON! You don’t meet a bloke in a backstreet — you message and you wait upon A little coded chat, a venue that’s absurd It used to be a dark alley — now it’s a GYM of sorts good Lord! We came for goodies, not for fitness, not to run a mile But nothing’s ever quite the way you reckon it’s gonna be meanwhile… [VERSE 2 — keeps the brisk pace, guitar licks weave through] Walked in and stood there awkward — didn’t know a single face Just lycra, leggings, treadmills — not at all a familiar place “We don’t know what he looks like — we should just go home” I said Then a woman in blue track-suit tapped me — nearly jumped out of my head “Lost are we? The Candy Man? He’s through the back with me” Took us behind reception with my arm pulled against her chest mighty casually “Doesn’t ask for ID or nothing” — I’m thinking this is odd Down the corridor and straight in — and there he was, thank God [PRE-CHORUS — playful tension builds] Posters on the wall — Godfather, Scarface, framed and proud Film shelves instead of files — mafia allowed Big yucca plant in the corner — desk made of solid oak Candy Man sat playing a game and ignoring folk [CHORUS — same bright lift] THE WORLD IS CHANGING — YES THE TIMES KEEPS MOVING ON! CANDY MAN'S hammering on those buttons till his continues are all gone. He gives up in a rage “It’s all rigged — you never win, it’s just a trick of fate” Then looks up “So how can I help you — don’t just make those chairs wait!” We came for goodies, not for games, not to beat the score But nothing’s ever quite the way you reckoned it was before… [VERSE 3 — cheeky, candid, lyrically tight] Michelle leans in — “First time hosting, see — some guests like a treat” He says “Uppers? Downers? Randomisers — I'll make it super sweet! Pills in a Tic-Tac shaker — never know what you might get!” I’m blinking — “We just want ’em peppy for the err you know, fun times and that’s it” Michelle now jumped in trying to make things super clear “Look, it’s coke I don't mean pepsi— for our swing party, weekend, yeah?” He bursts out laughing — “ha! Sweet cheeks Bluntest customer of the year!” “How many folks we talking? Six or thirty three?” “Six couples, us, and Kitty Parker but with her we'll have to see." [BRIDGE — sudden orchestral hush → violin glissando → bass drops half-beat] Candy Man takes a gulp of lemonade then nearly shoots it out his nose Is that Robert Jones in front my desk? Opportunities now grows Candy sat back in his chair and gave a devilish grin Says “Its been a while since I went to party for that kind of sin, Tell you what — I’ll bring the girls, I’ll bring the snow and let me state If I can come and join the fun then I'll give you my friends rates” In truth That’ll still be pretty steep — but too late to back out now he's in far too deep [SOLO — melodic guitar lead dancing with violins, piano runs beneath — bright, breezy, virtuosic] [FINAL CHORUS — full orchestra, triumphant, knowing grin] THE WORLD IS CHANGING — YES THE TIMES KEEPS MOVING ON! The dealer’s in the gym now and the new games have just begun! We thought we’d buy a bag and slip away discreet and quiet Now we’ve got an extra guest who’s bringing half the parties diet! What’s the worst that could happen? — that’s the famous last-word line The world is changing fast — and there's a dangerous ride this time! [OUTRO — slows warm, guitar chimes, violin lingers like a smile] Yeah… the world is changing…times keeps moving on Candy man wants to use the party for Robert Jones to soon be gone. [final piano chord, soft as a wink smokey ending]
