[Verse 1]

‘Bang!’

The sound of the overhang

Stank in the room, found some food

Dang, that’s banging man

Mood - not in the

You must understand

It’s fusty groove tunes that blast a dusty cloud

Past my headband

A waste of good cash

Stood mashed

Looked dashing

Rather smashing

But shallow, with sallow skin

It’s what he did in the shadows that was harrowing

Met on the Barrow-downs

Found mounds of ground all down his

Ring sting and pink linen filament mink-skin habilement

It was kinked, fixed it with a bobby pin

Wink-wink

An eye for an eye but all Belinda did was blink

On the sly

Why oh why was she thrust in the sink?

Symbolic signs like frickin’ Wingdings

[Verse 2]

‘Dang!’

The thang was Alexander Wang

Manic slanderous angst turned to shame as

He burned the pages

Yet stayed for ages

Saw his crazed mates in strange cages

Rage to stun the spectators

Mangey spectral forms reminded him

Patience wore thin

Mind recalling more things

Like the time in the night

When he fought Mike and all his nine or ten bestest of friends

[Chorus]

I need a second, just give me a second (oh, I)

I need a second, just give me a second

I need a second, just give me a second (oh, I)

I need a second, just give me a second