[Verse 1]
6,000 year aftertaste
Send the confectioner
Cure me and preserve me
Measure my temperature
6,000 foot drop
At the back of the throat
And if you won't incorporate me
Watch out for the bones

[Chorus]
Thank you very much
(Thank you very much)
Thank... you very much
(Th... y... very much)

[Verse 2]
No warmth
For a century
Taste of
A part of me
No flavor
Familiar
Now it's fat preserved
Sugared glaze
[Chorus]
Thank you very much
(Tha... ery... uch.)
Thank you very much
(Tha...k y... ery mu...)
Thank you very much
(Than... you very...)
Thank you vеry much

[Outro: Simon, Larry (various voices)]
Ow, ough, ew—
So, sooooo, uhhhh, you ready to— are you rеady to talk?
I'll help, but you need to bring me my snack first
Okay, um, yeah
Here's your nasty octopus— octopus meat. How's your head doing up there? Do, um, do you feel lonely yet?
Yes, it's been so long

[Larry: four voices, Simon]
So tell me. Why did it send you?
What do you know, and why can't I see it? Hm?
Fucking answer me
Thank you for the octopus, Larry. You can leave now
Why won't you help me? What's wrong with you? What isn't clicking right now in your— in your head? You're making it really hard on yourself. I'm fucking done