I can hear Lucy singing in the other room.
Lucy: Chinese like a memory in my head
That I can’t keep goat
Walrus singin’ like
Na na na na everyday
Like my eyeball’s stuck on my plate (my plate, my plate)
Me: Lucy, what?!
Lucy: What! That’s how Dada sings it!
Me: Joel! What?!
Joel: What? Isn’t that how it goes?