Dulcet sounds of a chipper ukulele overlay this short sweet ditty of a song. The lyrics are endearingly nonsensical and feel especially apropos coming off of the hangover that has been the last four years. As if to say, “I’m not quite sure what happened to us or how we got here, but I’m shaking off the delirium and moving forward the best I can.”
The tempo of the song is zippy and upbeat. It has the feel of an old-timey rendition of “It’s the End of the World as We Know It.” Like ice cream truck music for the modern-day misanthrope.