Interview

Lyrics

[Verse 1 – Nervous, friendly strum] Walked in clean, shirt tucked neat, Smiled too wide, forgot to breathe. They hit me fast with question one: “Name the seven principles…” — oh sh*t, I’m done. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – deadpan spoken] My brain went full potato. I nodded like I had something to say. I didn’t. ⸻ [Chorus 1 – self-deprecating, melodic] I gave them… one. Just one. “Communication!” — and then I was done. Blanker than the office biscuit tin, Smiled like I was totally locked in. They moved on fast, thank God above, Still don’t know what the other six were made of. ⸻ [Verse 2 – regaining form] Next up: money — saving, making, flow. I actually knew this one (sorta), so I dropped “streamline,” “value,” “cutting cost,” Pretended I knew what a margin lost. [Pre-Chorus – fake confidence rising] I even said “return on spend” Like I didn’t Google that in the car park ten minutes before. [Verse 3 – back to the panic moment] Then they circled back to question one, Like they just remembered I’d massively flung That list of seven — they gave me one more shot, So I sat up straight… and like fist pump kid, gave it a lot. [Chorus 2 – triumphant, ridiculous, unforgettable] “I’D BRING THEM TOGETHER!” I shouted with might, Like I was Moses mid-PowerPoint fight. No one asked, but I gave it heat, Dropped it like I’d just invented elite. They paused, then nodded — God knows why — And I nearly cried… but kept my tie dry. [Verse 4 – the horse-sized duck moment] Then they hit me with a final curve, A question that took a hell of a swerve: “Would you fight a horse-sized duck or—” wait, what? “A hundred tiny horses?” — I nearly forgot Where I was or who I am, So I said: “Mate, I’d run. No shame. No plan.” [Bridge – quiet and sweet, like a closing monologue] We wrapped it up, I said my thanks, Held in a fart, and avoided pranks. I left unsure what I’d just said, But I didn’t trip, and I wasn’t dead. [Final Chorus – callback with cheeky smile] Gave them one, forgot the rest, Made up a mantra and hoped for the best. So if your brain gives in to weather… Just yell with pride: “BRING THEM TOGETHER!” ⸻ [Outro – whisper fade] Still don’t know what the seven are… But I’ve got one. And that’s enough for now.