Song Description

Sometimes the idea of trying something new, even a small thing, can have a profound impact, and can help you cope with the mundane pains of everyday life. This is a song for anyone who's ever had a spirit-crushing office or retail job, and anyone who's lo

Lyrics

(Why not R.I.O.? Try rococo? Do you tango? Beatmo? Try something new.
Chant & klezmer? Surf rock & chamber? Lounge & gabber? Bluegrass & kosmigroov?)

Did The Unstuck, you did The Mashed Potato,
The Locomotion, Cool Jerk, & The Limbo,
But have you tried the new sensation that's sweeping the land?
Give those workday blues a rest:
Changing Word docs to HTML gibberish
& endless meetings where nothing's accomplished,
But doin' The Prefab is as easy to learn as The Strand,
Guaranteed success.

Hey clockwatchers! Hey laptoppers! Can't afford no fun?
Hey barhoppers! Hey mallshoppers! Instantly it's done!

Whoah
Do The Prefab, it comes with batteries.
Do The Prefab, it includes warranties.
Just do The Prefab, a moment you can seize
To build up something that's useful.

The parts that come in plastic bags you reseal,
The chipboard smell, the sound of shrinkwrap's slow peel,
The streamlined diagrams that show it takes just minutes &
Some elbow grease & finesse,
The multilingual booklets by the Swedish
Instructing on assembly start-to-finish:
& viola!, you've got a chair or a light or nightstand
With almost no mess.

Whoah
Do The Prefab, it comes with batteries.
Do The Prefab, it includes warranties.
Just do The Prefab, a moment you can seize
To build up something that's useful.

Once upon a time, we defined ourselves by what we loved most:
The spirit of '56 gave us couches shaped like Pringles & toast.
Now taste is the remnants left of what we didn't discount randomly
Or chip off of podiums, stuck sorting arbitrary debris.

(So why not free bop? Try out trip-hop? Give bastard pop half a chance to win you.
Tropicalia? How 'bout raga? Try ska? Polka? Hey, they might just spin you.)

Push in the disc, load up the data, eject,
Repeat: this keeps the exchange rates correct.
& yet there's always a freeway in my mind leading to
My fortress of solitude.
Step in this place, the rooms have filled up nicely
Like galleries, my Louvre of furnished trophies
Remind of triumphs that are no less true because they're viewed
By just me & you.

Hey stocktakers! Hey bookbakers! Lost your joie-de-vivre?
Hey hiphopers! Hey codescopers! Something to believe!

Whoah
Do The Prefab, it comes with batteries.
Do The Prefab, it includes warranties.
Just do The Prefab, a moment you can seize
To build up something that's useful (& you can see).

(Why not blastbeat? Try out mersey? Rockabilly? Blip-bleep? It's in your sinews.
Contrapuntal? Swing & industrial? Waltz & gospel? Aleatoric showtunes?)