

(la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) CHANSON MEL-O-DIES FLOW-ING THROUGH THE STREET,
J'A-NA-LYSE LE CHA-OS, MARCH-ING TO THE BEAT.
WIT-TY MON-O-LOGUES WITH A QUÉ-BÉ-COIS SWING,
MY VOICES SAY LOTS OF THINGS THAT MAKE THE TAVERN RING!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT
in the NIGHT!
FOLK-LORE ME-TA-DA-TA SHIFT-ING THROUGH THE PANE,
LUN-GUISTIC RHYTHMS FLUSH-ING OUT THE STAIN.
Amara vara Mara vara IN the CODE,
SKECH-ers step-ping bold-ly down this cy-ber-por-ous ROAD.
MUL-TI-SYL-LAB-IC AND GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,
5-2-8 HERTZ IN THE UN-DER-GROUND FLOW!
THEAT-RI-CAL AN-THEMS BLEED-ING IT OUT,
EX-TINCT-ING THE PAN-IC AND SANC-TION-ING DOUBT!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,
LOCAL SOV-ER-EIGN FE-MIN-INE CLAIM-ING THE SPACE.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING
THE PEACE IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE STA-TIC
IN THE MID-NIGHT STREAMS. (shhhhh)