[Intro] "Topography... topography... yeah. One... two... just scenery." [Verse 1] The sign by the pool—said "Tops are a choice" I nearly lost my breath—and I lost my voice From the retirees—to the honeymooners Everybody’s rocking—like the 1920s crooners Saw a pair of lemons—and a couple of pears Like a farmer’s market—full of tropical flares One’s got a tattoo—of a little blue bird It’s the finest poem—that I’ve ever heard [Chorus] Booba-booba-boom—give 'em some room I’m losing my mind—as my eyes start to zoom Forget the laundry and forget the gloom Just free-and-easy magic in the afternoon! [Verse 2] I’m checking off the shapes—like a grocery list I didn’t know a "vista"—like this could exist From the "teardrop" classics—to the "spheres" of steel I’m trying to determine—if the view is even real Saw a pair of "headlights"—dipped in EDM Glitter on the gravity—a disco-ball gem Shimmering and swaying—like a lava lamp The undisputed—undefeated champ [Bridge] (Whispered, rhythmic) Des-pa-cito... or whatever they say... I’m a National Geographic—narrator in shades Observing the valley—and the tropical glades From the majestic sag—to the silicone peak I’ve lost the ability—to actually speak! (Shouted) Uno! Dos! Tres! Booba-Boom! [Verse 3] I’m calculating lift—and the angle of repose While the sun is burning—the bridge of my nose From the high-tensile strength—of a "custom" job To the natural sway—of a "heavyweight" glob Some are "prefab"—shining in the light Some are "custom built"—and looking tight It’s a structural—masterpiece of design I’m losing the ability—to draw a straight line [Verse 4] There’s a lady in a visor—eating Ben & Jerry’s Dropping chocolate chunks—on her "huckleberries" While a guy in a speedo—is trying to be cool But he’s staring at the "balloons"—floating in the pool One side’s a mountain—the other’s a plain I’ve got asymmetrical—fever on the brain Saw a set of "warheads"—standing like a sentry Right next to a "legacy"—from the previous century [Final Chorus] Booba-booba-boom—give 'em some room I’m losing my mind—as my eyes start to zoom Forget the laundry and forget the gloom Just free-and-easy magic in the afternoon! [Post-Chorus] (Vocal ad-libs, trailing off) "Toasted... retinas toasted... just scenery... check the list..." [Outro] My retinas are toasted—like a piece of bread Too much "scenery"—stuck in my head I’m putting my face—in a bucket of ice This kind of vacation—is better than nice
