Letras
The AI said streamers, they'll all be green
A jungle theme, what does that even mean?
I wanted soft pastels, balloons in the air
But it sent us camo nappies and a grizzly bear
Now Aunt Sue's in the corner, dodging fake vines
Grandma's wearing a helmet like it's wartime
Oh, pink baby blues, what can you do?
The cupcakes are orange, the punch is tofu
The boy's gonna wear pink 'cause we're broke through and through
It's the AI's party, we're just living the screw
It suggested sushi for the mom-to-be
She's allergic to fish, she swelled like a tree
The cake was delivered, but it's shaped like a car
We wanted a stork, now it's NASCAR bizarre
Uncle Joe's in the driveway, revving his bike
The neighbors are wondering if this is a strike
Oh, pink baby blues, what can you do?
The confetti's all black, the flowers are blue
The boy's gonna wear pink, we're stuck with this hue
It's the AI circus, and we're the poor crew
Pink baby blues, what can you do?
The confetti's all black, the flowers are blue
The boy's gonna wear pink, we're stuck with this hue
It's the AI circus, and we're the poor crew