— — — VERSE 1 — — — I met a cucumber wearing socks, Tap-dancing lightly on the kitchen clock. He said, “Sup bro, I’m 96% chill,” Then slipped on a peel and ignored gravity’s will. — — — CHORUS — — — Cucu-cucu-cucumber, do the wiggle-wiggle dance, Rolling down the hallway like he planned it in advance. Cucu-cucu-cucumber, crunchy chaos king, If veggies had a circus, he’d be headlining. — — — VERSE 2 — — — Put him in a salad—he escaped on a fork, Did a backflip, yelled “PARKOUR!”, frightened the pork. Now he’s in the fridge yelling “LET ME OUT, BRAD!”, The milk looks concerned, the cheese looks mad. — — — CHORUS — — — Cucu-cucu-cucumber, wearing shades at night, Thinks he’s a superhero powered by sunlight. Cucu-cucu-cucumber, green noodle of doom, Slipped on the floor and yelled “I MEENT THAT, BOOM!” — — — BRIDGE — — — I am not just a vegetable. I am a lifestyle choice. I am wet. — — — FINAL CHORUS — — — Cucu-cucu-cucumber, spinning very fast, Rolling into destiny… and also a wall. Cucu-cucu-cucumber, legend, myth, mistake, Proof that God was bored when veggies got their shape. — — — OUTRO — — — Crunch. Slip. Regret. Repeat.
