[Intro — filtered vocals, rising synths] Yeah, yeah A million Whole galaxy out here— Still everything’s about you? Ayy! [Chorus — melodic chant, heavy bass] All that mouth, no manners! (No manners!) Five-star fuss, paper-plate standards! (Whoa!) Nothing you brought but a whole lot of answers— All that mouth, all that mouth, no manners! Oh-oh, there she goes! (There she goes!) Same complaints at a different show! Want the whole world stopping for your standards— All that mouth, no fucking manners! [Verse 1 — bouncy, clipped delivery] Came with demands, didn’t come with a dish, Walked through the door with a management list. “This needs salt.” “That needs heat.” Your best recipe? Somebody else’s receipt. Called dinner cheap, but the price was free, Got a lot of expertise when the bill’s on me. “Could’ve done better”—then pick up a pan. Funny how the chef became a critic again. Roasted the roast, interrogated the bread, Even the butter wished you’d spread Some fucking kindness, a compliment, something— You opened your mouth and contributed nothing. Asked you to help, you adjusted your sleeve. Suddenly busy, suddenly need A call outside when the dishes appear— But dessert hits the table and look who’s here! [Pre-Chorus — rising melody] You want five stars, bring one thing. You want good vibes, quit complaining. Every small favor needs explaining— Girl, that shit gets so draining! [Chorus — melodic chant, heavy bass] All that mouth, no manners! (No manners!) Five-star fuss, paper-plate standards! (Whoa!) Nothing you brought but a whole lot of answers— All that mouth, all that mouth, no manners! Oh-oh, there she goes! (There she goes!) Same complaints at a different show! Want the whole world stopping for your standards— All that mouth, no fucking manners! [Verse 2 — quicker flow] Gig starts late? You bitch about waiting. Starts on time? You’re outside debating. Front row’s crowded, back row’s dead— No good spot for that cloud overhead. Talk through the verse, complain at the break, Then ask what song they were trying to play. Missed every word, got a full review— That’s impressive. Even facts can’t inconvenience you. One drink wrong, now the night needs saving, Server says “Sorry,” you keep escalating. Asked for a lime, got a personal grievance— Nobody knew citrus could ruin an evening. “Just being honest”—a tired defense. Try being pleasant. See how that hits. You call it standards, call it taste— I call it finding new shit to hate. [Pre-Chorus — beat thins] You want the truth? Here’s one thing: Nobody owes you a perfect evening. We came out to hear some singing— Not your list of what needs fixing! [Chorus — melodic chant, heavy bass] All that mouth, no manners! (No manners!) Five-star fuss, paper-plate standards! (Whoa!) Nothing you brought but a whole lot of answers— All that mouth, all that mouth, no manners! Oh-oh, there she goes! (There she goes!) Same complaints at a different show! Want the whole world stopping for your standards— All that mouth, no fucking manners! [Bridge — floating synths, half-time vocals] Way out, way out— Ego in orbit, come back down. Stars all shine without your say— You don’t have to grade the Milky Way. Way out, way out— One quiet minute, try that now. Let somebody finish a thought— Silence costs less than the drama you brought. [Beat Cut] You said, “Nobody asked you.” Exactly. Now you get it. [Verse 3 — sharp, building] Buffet ain’t court, put the fucking fork down, Nobody’s cross-examining chow. Dinner got cold while you finished your case— Congratulations, you lost to a plate. Want first-class service, won’t say please, Can’t buy charm with a list of needs. Host says “Enjoy,” you say “We’ll see”— Even your thank-you comes with a fee. You call it confidence. Show some then: Let a whole night pass without correcting friends. No grand speech, no scene to defend— Just one good time you don’t amend. [Final Chorus — doubled vocals, soaring synths] All that mouth, no manners! (No manners!) Five-star fuss, paper-plate standards! (Whoa!) Nothing you brought but a whole lot of answers— All that mouth, all that mouth, no manners! Oh-oh, there she goes! (There she goes!) Same complaints at a different show! Want the whole world stopping for your standards— All that mouth, no fucking manners! [Outro — echoing vocals] No manners. No manners. You wanted a review? Work on the service.
