Hey Andrew,

Watching your facial expressions as you tried to process your own lyrics was worth the price of admission alone—truely Oscar-worthy syncing of imagery to absolute madness! I see right through the "nonsense" disguise, though. Us brother "nutters" know there’s a deeply profound, totally terrifying psychological manifesto hidden in there. Right? 🙄

Sigmund Freud would need a double espresso and a lie-down after analyzing lines like “he flew British Airways because of awards.” Were these pure stream-of-consciousness, or did you just empty the contents of a surrealist blender directly onto the page? (◔_◔)

The irony is, the lyrics are so wildly entertaining and "deeply meaningful" that they almost overshadow how genuinely catchy the melody and production are. Stop singing so well, mate....you're ruining the illusion that you're just making it up as you go!

It’s a magnificent novelty track in the finest tradition of Music Hall gibberish, and honestly, the belly laughs were the exact breath of fresh air I needed today. 😁

I’m giving it 5 pints out of 5 🍺 🍻 🍻
(and frankly, after trying to decipher what a javelin-wielding girl has to do with homogenising milk, you might need a couple of those pints just to figure out what your subconscious was trying to tell you). 🤑

Kudos for your (and Lee's) creativity. 👋👌👍

Cheers, mate!

Izzy

https://soundcloud.com/search?q=izzy%20seriass