Prompt: tropical house,
Lyrics
Testing. Is this thing on? One, two, three—let’s go! My email began, “Hello Professor,” But I forgot the “o” in “Hello.” Beta Babes—let’s go! [Verse 1] I walked into Men’s Wearhouse and said, “I’m here to pick up a tailor.” [piano] He stopped and said, “You’re a higher Caste than I thought.” [drum solo] I said, “Go on, love, spangle my stars.” [Verse 2] I walked into the diner and said, “Will I die on a slip-and-slide?” The waitress stopped, said nothing, continued pole dancing to Bach. Pickle that ball. Let’s go! [Hook, key change to Chorus] “Where’s my VHS? Where’s my VHS?” [Verse 3] So, I asked the marriage clerk, “Where’s Eboo and Earp?” She said, “I always look better when I stand next to you.” I said, “Go on, love, spangle my stars.” [Verse 4] I approached the bench and said, “I have a Weather App Superiority Complex.” She stopped and thought, “That makes sense. You need a VHS.” [Increase tempo] [Hook] “Where’s my VHS? Where’s my VHS?” Then, “They Them” raised a large ladle and said, “Honey— You have two soup choices: Tomato or Gestapo.” I said, “You can have my neck, but not the air around it.” “Go on, love, spangle my stars.” [Hook] “Where’s my VHS? Where’s my VHS? Pickle that ball. Let’s go! Testing. Is this thing on? (One, two, three—let’s go!) “Well, hello, Professor, Looks like we’re in a Beta World. [Piano] Guess I’ll grab my A-Track and go.” Have a great Epidural! [Fade out]