Lyrics

In the Chit Chat Club
We take selfies with our misery
And the rent-boys of moments
Who cut out all their organs
To sell on Doomscroll Street

We’re wearing Gucci green
We’re clinking matching appletinis
We’re directed by Fellini
Driving daddy’s leased Lamborghini
Hey, Sugar!
Hey Sugar!

In the Chit Chat Club
They know the hidden special meaning of
All of Captain Beefheart’s songs
So you might as well sing along
It’s just Ms Peacock in the Ballroom with a bong

Now some girl with a meme
Is here to save the coral reefs
I mean malarkey mixed with mumbo jumbo:
That’s my system of beliefs
Hey, Sugar! Hey Sugar!

In the Chit Chat Club
I got bamboozled by a flim-flam man
He knows what happens to your heroes
Though he comes and goes you know
He’s very nicely tanned

Let’s get your followers exposed
To all your rambling manifestos
Let’s keep it light and breezy
Just put the gun down nice and easy
Hey, Sugar! Hey Sugar!

In the Chit Chat Club
I think this thing’s expired but then it was
Never really food anyway
If you want to see where this all goes
Just do a yoga pose
Baby I could waste your time
Better than anyone you know

I liked your jive-dancing kid
Subscribed to your pain
I diagnosed some twee pathologies
I wonder if it’s gonna rain.
Hey, Sugar! Hey Sugar!