[Old intuition, on your dock, we're fishin'. Come on now, give us a grade. A for effort, and a B for delivery, C for devotion. When the world starts encroaching on your plans. Where is the savoir, where is the savoir? He's not here right now. Where is the savior, where is the savoir-faire? Embassy row, the fumes, they lay low. On lanes that are wide where the limousines glide. On the wrought-iron gates and the bone China plates. And don't forget your manners where the anthems play.]
[Oh, where is your inflammatory writ. Your text that would incite a light, be lit. Our music deserving devotion unswerving. Cry Do I deserve her? with unflagging fervor. Well, no we do not, if we cannot get over it.]
[I'm gonna put pastrami on. You're gonna think, "Oh, no, he's not gonna put and love is as much trust as it is devotion. Oh, no, wait. How much is he putting on?" Call your mommy! That's a lot of pastrami!]
[Onion. We gonna use the avocado mango radish. Love is as much trust as it is devotion, I'm still gonna tell you I hate it so you got to feed my crew.]
