(Rick, are you really a musician?
Who's not a musician, Morty?
Me!
Yeah, not with that attitude
We're in the drop zone! I'm the jumpmaster! My name's Jamey -- With an e-y! Go, go, go!
B-but -- But we don't have a song!

All right, Morty. Let's get -- let's do it
Why don't you, uh, find a button on one of those keyboards and lay down some kind of beat?
Rick, I think we need to cut our losses. W-we get our family and portal out of here!
Morty, good music comes from people who are relaxed. Just hit a button, Morty! Give me a beat!
Oh, man. Okay. All right, um...)

No te angusties tanto
Si al final todos los años
Se van a acabar

(What came first, the music or the misery?
People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos
That some sort of culture of violence will take them over
Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands
Literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss
Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable?
Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?)