[Verse 1] I run a hedge fund called Tuesday. Assets: eggs, rice, a bag of oranges. Strategy: nothing exciting ever. Returns: everyone's alive at six. [Pre-Chorus] He goes out for the mammoth and sometimes it's a very good mammoth and sometimes there's a story and no dinner [Chorus] Low-risk calories, low-risk calories Boring is a kind of poetry Lentils in the cupboard, lentils in the dark Low-risk calories, that's how you keep a heart [Verse 2] [spoken] Do you know what a good year looks like? Nothing happens. Nobody notices. The prize is a Wednesday exactly like the Tuesday before. [Bridge] Somewhere there's a cave painting of the one who counted the berries. No painting. Of course. The counting kept them alive instead. [Chorus] Low-risk calories, low-risk calories Boring is a kind of poetry Nobody makes a legend out of oatmeal But the legend wouldn't last a week without Low-risk calories
