One, two... One, two... I’m not counting to three.

I tried to buy a different sandwich on a Tuesday afternoon

It had aioli and arugula, I felt fancy and brand new

But then I panicked at the counter, broke a sweat, and felt the fear

So I ordered exactly what I order every day of every year:

Ham and cheese.

Ham and cheese.

Ham and... cheese.

They say that variety is the spice of life

But spice gives me heartburn and internal strife

Why invent a chord when we already have the four?

I’m gonna play the One, the Five, the Six, and nothing more!

We find comfort in repetition (in repetition!)

We find comfort in repetition (in repetition!)

We find comfort in... doing the thing we just did again.

If you say it once, it’s a mistake

If you say it twice, it’s a habit you make

If you say it three times, it’s a platinum record hook! Comfort in repetition!

You sing it once just to be heard,

you sing it twice to lock the word,

you sing it again — now it’s an earworm.

I don’t want a bridge that takes me somewhere new

I want the verse again, but maybe slightly out of tune?

I’m gonna play the One, the Five, the Six, and nothing more!

We find comfort in repetition (in repetition!)

We find comfort in repetition (in repetition!)

We find comfort in... doing the thing we just did again.

If you say it once, it’s a mistake

If you say it twice, it’s a habit you make

If you say it three times, it’s a platinum record hook! Comfort in repetition!

Now normally, this is where the song would change

Go to a minor key, or act a little strange

Maybe a guitar solo? Or a modulated shift?

NOPE! BACK TO THE HOOK!

We find comfort in repetition (in repetition!)

We find comfort in repetition (in repetition!)

We find comfort in... doing the thing we just did again.

If you say it once, it’s a mistake

If you say it twice, it’s a habit you make

If you say it three times, it’s a platinum record hook! Comfort in repetition!

Wait, are we fading out? That’s so predictable. That’s so predictable. That’s so...

Predictable.