NANA'S PACKED LUNCH
Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.66
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 1.3s
- length
- 1:49
- language
- En
lyrics
(one two three four!) She made me sandwiches for an eleven hour flight In foil. In September. Egg. She made me egg. She said the food up there is criminal and thin And I got stopped at security for soup Nana's packed lunch (packed lunch) There was soup in it, packed lunch Actual soup in a flask, packed lunch Packed lunch Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch Confiscated by a man called Dave at half past five Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch And she has written him a letter. An actual letter. She's eighty-one. She got up at four to make it. Four o'clock, to boil an egg, for a girl who's thirty-two. Dave has no idea what he threw in that bin. None. (BAND EXPLODES) Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch Confiscated by a man called Dave at half past five Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch And she has written him a letter. An actual letter. (poor Dave!)