Mozzarella di bufala
I have evolved and my tastes have changed with me
I am no longer a silly boy
No longer a basic bitch

And since you ask, yes:
I own a van Moof and it's not ironic
I zoom through the city, I am supersonic
My Apple Watch thinks I'm bionic

You could say I dress to impress
Only cashmere and Pima cotton
Come jump into my Uber Black
Let's have a mocktail and kick back
What is your BMI?

You haven't heard of NFTs?
Where's your financial education?
Crypto is the future of the nation
How often do you hit the gym?

Mozzarella di bufala
I buy nicer things since I'm no longer broke
Let's not mention my student debt
Or that loan from mommy dear

Mozzarella, mozzarella, mozzarella...
I'm just sitting here trying to impress you
Has it worked yet?
Have you heard about chia seeds? They're a superfood
I just can't wake up properly in the morning without my ginger shot

Mozzarella Di Bufala

What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking,
what could I have been thinking.
It's going one time, it's going two times, sold to the gent
who wears the stunned expression.

As I took it off their hands, a five pound note was changing hands.
I had plans, I had plans

Now that I own the BBC
What am I supposed to do with that thing
Now that I own the BBC
What am I supposed to make of this thing

All this power, all this glory, all these DJ's and all these lorries
What was I thinking, what was I thinking, what was I thinking
What could I have been thinking

Hey Rupert Murdoch, help me out
I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind
You know the way to lay things out, for the refined and unrefined.

Hey Ted Turner, help me out
I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind
You know the way to lay things out, to colorize and still feel fine.

Make of it what you will

Should we go brighter, should we go lighter, should we go whiter
Go left or righter

Now That I Own The BBC

Carol, you've done it once again
Goddamn it, you've done it once again
You've left me and Danny once again
You've cheated on your taxes once again

But if you do your time
And if you behave well
Follow a course or two
I'll see you once again

If you don't join a gang
And then you behave well 
And then just do your time
Do your time do your time

Carol: Tax revenue is essential to pay for public services
Carol: Have you got a prison wife? 

Schools, buses and the trains
Road maintenance and benefits as well
Just guess how we pay for these
You know how we pay for these

Prison Wife

It’s these old trunks I got from my dad 
It’s the chafing that tires us out
It’s the sea salt that makes us stick  
You go to the water while I stay and read

It’s the sunburn and your coconut oil
Melanoma - better not miss a spot
It’s the bad clams
But I won’t go much more into that

The handsome lifeguards are flexing
There’s cigarette butts in the sand
The tan lines on your oh
The vastness of this ocean

The seaside gets you a certain way
It always gets you a certain way
You say you want to get naughtical 
But on your dinghy I get sea sick

It’s the towels that haven’t been washed 
A resort full of eurotrash
It’s your platform flip flops
The tide keeps rising, the sun drops

Cold water shrinking my courage
Sea salt that puffs up your hair
The tan lines on your oh
The vastness of this ocean blue

The seaside gets you a certain way
It always gets you a certain way
You say you want to get naughtical 
But on your dinghy I get sea sick

Naughtical

Pulling Rabbits out of a Hat

The tension is palpable
What a situation
In the situation room
This tension is killing me
There is desperation
In the situation room

You squeeze my hand as the general hangs up the red phone 
You tear up as the general says the jig is up

It's armageddon! They have dropped the bomb
You drag me to your office and you lock the door
It is not that I don’t want it, I just get a little shy the first time
It’s armaggeddon! And that don’t put me in, in the mood 

You do love your husband
It’s a common situation
In the situation room
As I love my Barbara
But there’s a lot of copulation
In this situation room

You squeeze my hand as the general hangs the red phone up
You tear up as the general says the jig is up 

It's armageddon! They have dropped the bomb
You drag me to your office and you lock the door
But it's not that I don’t like you, we have always had a vibe
It’s armaggedon! Noone gets out of here alive
It's armageddon! They have dropped the bomb
You drag me to your office and you lock the door
But it's not that I couldn’t perform, I’d just rather sit this one out
It’s armageddon! Please don’t take it the – the wrong way

Situation Room

La Medicina del Amor

La metáfora es una bendición
Un hoyo en uno, un gol de media cancha
La metáfora es un lugar común
Un arte, una vocación
Las minitas aman las metáforas
Si las aprendés a usar nunca más vas a sufrir la soledad

La metáfora es la pincelada
Del artista más embustero
La metáfora es una peli de acción
Casablanca, pero a todo color
Las minitas aman las metáforas
Si las aprendés a usar nunca más vas a sufrir la soledad
¿Quién quiere metáforas?
Yo quiero metáforas
¿Chicas, les gustan las metáforas?
Nos encantan las metáforas
¿Saben definirlas?
Sabemos definirlas
¿E identificarlas?
E identificarlas
Un símil es similar pero la metáfora es mucho más genial


Metáfora (Sparks)

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questionable taste / questionable concept / questionable execution

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