Yo! Here we go. Me and the boys were working on a tune...
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute. Wait.
What?
What do you mean. Wait. We have to establish the track first.
I don’t think so. I’m establishing the vocals first.
Establish this!

Me and the boys were working on a tune
About a rapped meta-argument interlude
The original idea was proffered by Luke
But the Hessian protested, arguments ensued
I said the concept needed narrative depth
Cause we already had a gimmick song in the set (can’t understand you)
I said the first idea was best
I said let’s quit after a minute, then get on to the rest
Three divergent options upon which to chew
For the tune that we called Song Arrangement Blues (title sucks)
But the deadline's getting tight (what’s wrong with it?)
We were written into a corner, no resolution in sight (it sucks!)
The Doc and Rob at odds (you said it was fine)
Then a remedy suggested that gave me pause
As a last resort and the end of our wits
We decided to go see a couple’s therapist

We’re going to a shrink, you know she’ll hoodwink us to...
What are you doing?
I’m doing the chorus.
We’re not supposed to rap it!
Yeah, we decided that.
I don’t remember that.
That’s a “you" problem.
Yeah, you said you agreed.
I thought we said it wouldn’t rhyme? At least, not all the time.
Well, I mean, I thought we agreed we weren’t rapping.
Why does this confusion always happen?

We got to the office of Rebecca Slack (Becky)
She started to talk, and Jason called her a quack (nope)
And told her no one would be drilling holes in his head (you know she wanted to)
But Luke called her to the side and said
How should we approach this session? (bad flow choice)
I’ve diagnosed these two with serious repression
I think Young Stactive Therapy is what they need
She said, “Sir,” (doctor) “please have a seat.”
Then she talked about listening or something, blah, blah, blah
He can’t remember because he kept nodding off
Then we did a session of reflective listening (talking)
But unsurprisingly, they kept missing things (“They!?!” You mean ‘WE’!”)
And Becky kept resetting the exercise
Over and over, she tried to analyze
She finally resigned from this nauseous process
Then she told us to get the hell out of her office

Becky Slack, taken aback, blew her smokestack, man, that’s wack!
What are you DOING?
She’s a hack, we walked into a trap, a consciousness nap
Stop the rapping!
I thought we changed it?
Didn’t we just debate this? Am I going crazy?
Nothing would surprise me.
This isn’t supposed to rhyme!
How does this keep happening?
I don’t know. But here’s the solution to all your problems.

How long is this solo?
I don’t know but this song is already two minutes longer than it needs.

Lyrics!

Armed with a set of psychological tools
Out 200 bucks and played for fools
Unsatisfied by her trade school degree (she went to Stanford!)
We tried to compromise and agree
The Hessian’s second-guessing abated a bit (nope)
The Metronomicon wanted it over with (yep)
We resolved the only way to compare three versions
Was to record each to hear what was working (my idea)
And somehow it hadn’t occurred to us (not to “you”)
So, we attacked the tracks with renewed purpose (orange)
Compromised, revised, and analyzed (it’s worse)
To buff out the story beats and lines (it was good)
I hate to say it but Becky’s hocus pocus
Allowed us to finish this song and focus (nah, I can’t do it) (good idea)
Which just shows that sixty minutes of therapy
Can solve pretty much anything.

This is dumb. We should have done it my way.
You both ruined it!
Just, just cut the track. Cut it! We are NEVER doing this song again.
Just go to the next song!