(Intro – Gentle piano chord, soft brushes on the snare, spoken suave and silky into a vintage microphone) Good evening, chat. This next one goes out to a very special group of viewers tuning in today... You know who you are. Hit it, boys. (Verse 1 – Upbeat, finger-snapping lounge tempo) You’re sitting on your couch in your pajama pants, Typing in the chat box, looking for a chance To tell me where the two-by-four brick ought to go, Like you’re the master architect of this whole show. You’ve got a thousand wild suggestions every minute on the clock, Critiquing every tile, every stud, and every block. Well, grab a glass of scotch and take a seat, my friend, 'Cause I’ve got a little lounge tune I’d like to send... (Chorus – Big swing brass kick, sung with a bright, charming smile) So stay in your lane, Karen, with a big FUCK YOU! If you’re a backseat builder, here’s what you can do: You can eat a dick, 'cause we're all kind of sick of your shit, We don't need your advice, not a single little bit! So fuck off, backseat builder, we don't love your kind, Listen to the lyrics and take a piece of my mind! (Verse 2 – Cool jazzy piano riff) Don't tell us how to farm, don't tell us how to strike, We do it how we want, yeah, we do it how we like. Fuck off, I don't care if I take all damn night To get this LEGO castle looking just right! You’re just a watcher of my stream, sitting in the dark, So keep your unsolicited comments and remarks. (Chorus – Full band brass swell) Just stay in your lane, Karen, with a big FUCK YOU! If you’re a backseat builder, here’s what you can do: You can eat a dick, 'cause we're all kind of sick of your shit, We don't need your advice, not a single little bit! So fuck off, backseat builder, we don't love your kind, Listen to the lyrics and take a piece of my mind! (Bridge – Tempo slows down, dark smoky atmosphere, spoken smoothly) Ah, yes... To everyone in chat who just hangs out, chills, and vibes... we love you. To the backseat builders with the non-stop opinions on my layout... This finger-snap is for you. (Chorus – Triumphant, high-energy lounge finale) Stay in your lane, Karen, with a big FUCK YOU! If you’re a backseat builder, here’s what you can do: You can eat a dick, 'cause we're all kind of sick of your shit, We don't need your advice, not a single little bit! So fuck off, backseat builder, we don't love your kind, Listen to these lyrics and take a piece of my mind! (Outro – Classic lounge big-finish chord and rimshot) Thank you very much! Don't forget to tip your mods, don't tell me where the bricks go, and goodnight!
