Rococo
Let's go downtown and watch the modern kidsLet's go downtown and talk to the modern kidsThey will eat right out of your handUsing great big words that they don't understandThey're singing:
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococoRococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
They build it up just to burn it back downThey build it up just to burn it back downThe wind is blowing all the ashes aroundOh my dear God what is that horrible song they're singin'
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococoRococo, rococo, rococo, rococoRococo, rococo, rococo, rococoRococo, rococo, rococo, rococoRococo, rococo!Rococo!
They seem wild but they are so tameThey seem wild but they are so tameThey're moving towards you with their colors all the sameThey want to own you but they don't know what game they're playing
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo