Parody of "The Reflex" ©copyright 1984 by Duran Duran / Gloucester Place Music Ltd. [Intro - Fading in with slight cowbell added] The, the, the, the Reflux ... The Reflux ... The Reflux ... The Reflux, flux, flux, flux [Verse 1] I've made a huge mistake this time Ate a nacho tower Valentine I tell you something’s crawling up Like a dragon on a fire line I'll cross that bridge when I fight it Another chewable shields my stand, oh woah Nighttime is now for regretting That ghost pepper I thought was bland, oh woah [Refrain] Why-I-I-I don't you fight it? Try-I-I-I not to light it Buy-I-I-I milk, dilute it Oh, why-I-I-I don't you fight it? Try-I-I-I not to light it Buy-I-I-I milk, dilute it [Chorus] The reflux is a flaming beast that’s scratching at my throat The reflux is in charge of turning dinner into notes And summoning volcano burps, isn’t that grotesque? And every little thing the reflux does Leaves you gasping through lava tubes [Verse 2] I'm on a ride and I want to get off But my chest is a furnace mouth I hear it hiss like a demon kettle As it bubbles its way back out I tilt upright when I’m sleeping A pillow stack becomes my plan, oh woah [Refrain] So why-I-I-I don't you fight it? Try-I-I-I not to light it Buy-I-I-I milk, dilute it Oh, why-I-I-I don't you fight it? Try-I-I-I not to light it Buy-I-I-I milk, dilute it [Chorus] The reflux is a lonely burn, it’s climbing up the park The reflux is in charge of lighting fires in the dark And guarding late-night chili bowls, isn’t that bizarre? And every little thing the reflux does Leaves an answer with a question mark [Instrumental Break — heavy burping sounds added for comic effect] [Refrain] So why-I-I-I don't you fight it? Try-I-I-I not to light it Buy-I-I-I milk, dilute it [Final Chorus] The reflux is a lava god who lives beneath my heart The reflux is in charge of tearing peaceful nights apart And guarding all forbidden snacks, isn’t that surreal? And every little thing the reflux does Leaves me burping like a dying seal [Outro - Fading out] Oh, the reflux, what a game, it’s stacking greasy cards The reflux is in charge of punishing my midnight carbs
