[Verse 1]
Going to, acronym to,
just a single guy.
Zing, zing-a-ding-ding,
zing, zing-a-ding.

Zing a ding-ding-ding,
zing a guy, acronym,
just to sing a guy,
zinger, hello, bye, guys.

[Verse 2]
Zinger Burger Vincent,
where are you?
I have to know,
I can’t.

Vincent, listen—
I won’t judge you
the way everyone else does.
You’re strange and beautiful,
sensitive.

[Chorus]
Now let’s have a look at you,
take it slow,
let it breathe.
Can you bring me a few things
from the store?
I haven’t been out
in a while.

[Verse 3]
Two o’clock—
Mr. Shelbach had a tennis lesson,
he’s gone for the day.
Okay, what do we got here?

Vodka.
Cigarettes.
Fireworks.

You think this is appropriate
for a fifteen-year-old?
You’re a sick woman—
but no,
but yeah,
but no,
but yeah.

[Bridge]
But what?
But who?
But no,
but yeah,
but no context.

This reminds me of a time
that needed far more explaining,
halfway through,
seen that anyone could be bothered
to explain,
and the scene just continues
with a star wipe.

[Break]
Human.
Human coughing in the background,
laughing ensues,
rhythmically.

[Drop]
SO HOT RIGHT NOW BEHOLD!
BLUE HARD-GROOVE STEEL!!
[Fascinator Drop]
Elliptical tropic techno,
mombahton groove…
elliptical tropic techno,
mombahton groove…