[Style: 1960s sunshine pop with raw and rowdy garage-pop edge; intimate vocal delivery, ultra-bright stacked harmonies, spoken deadpan drops; heavily compressed analog room reverb, glitch textures, weird futuristic electronic flourishes, lo-fi vinyl crackle, huge half-volume drop, gritty lo-fi release; playful dance-break momentum; jangly 12-string acoustic, glockenspiel, tight bass, handclaps, violin, piano, frantic Farfisa organ, bright brass fanfares] [Intro] [4-bar instrumental intro: jangly 12-string acoustic, lo-fi vinyl crackle, and bright brass fanfares] [Pre-Chorus] [Deadpan drop] Wish me luck Or don't give a fuck I've already forgotten your names anyway. [4-bar instrumental interlude: frantic Farfisa organ, handclaps, and tight bass driving the rhythm] [Chorus] [Ultra-bright stacked harmonies] I ain't gonna shoot my cabbage twice There will be no rolling of the dice Nobody's throwing any rice Shut up your mouth And put on something nice [Verse 1] [Intimate vocal delivery with heavily compressed analog room reverb] I like her when she's drunk, And I'm drunk, We bump up somewhere in the dark, What a lark, Looking to expand this? Make the night continue. Shall I put it in you? Ahh woo hoo [Chorus] [Ultra-bright stacked harmonies] I ain't gonna shoot my cabbage twice There will be no rolling of the dice Nobody's throwing any rice Shut up your mouth And put on something nice [4-bar instrumental interlude: glockenspiel highlights, piano chords, and analog room reverb] [Verse 2] [Intimate vocal delivery with heavily compressed analog room reverb] I like her when she's wild, And I'm wild, We stir it up right after dark, What a fucking shark, Ready to abandon this? Turn the ignition Fire up my pistons Ahh woo hoo [Pre-Chorus] [Deadpan drop with huge half-volume drop, weird futuristic electronic flourishes, and glitch textures] Wish me luck Or don't give a fuck I've already forgotten your names anyway. [Bridge] This here is a long gone daddy, This here is moving town, Six pack stash under the dash, Right rear spitting thread, Needle in the deepest red, Gotta lay the pedal down. [8-bar instrumental] [Playful dance-break momentum featuring violin and frantic Farfisa organ] [Chorus] [Ultra-bright stacked harmonies] I ain't gonna shoot my cabbage twice There will be no rolling of the dice Nobody's throwing any rice Shut up your mouth And put on something nice [Pre-Chorus] [Deadpan drop] Wish me luck Or don't give a fuck I've already forgotten your names anyway. [Outro] [Gritty lo-fi release with lo-fi vinyl crackle]
