There's a Stink Bug on My Ceiling
It's June first and the invasion's on
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There are no deep or thoughtful meanings behind this ridiculous song. There was, as always this time of year in the Hudson Valley, a stink bug on my ceiling. If you're looking for a deeper meaning, you're looking in the wrong place.
There's a Stink Bug on My Ceiling
[VERSE 1]
It's June first and the invasion's on
There's a whole convention going down
But one guy on my ceiling, he's the ringleader, yeah
He's been there for a week, maybe longer, I fear
I wonder what he's thinking up there
Does he have a Netflix password somewhere?
Is he planning world domination?
Or just hanging out, contemplating his station?
[PRE-CHORUS]
(Spoken: "Sir, why?")
[CHORUS]
There's a stink bug on my ceiling
And I've got so many feelings
Does he have a job? Does he have a wife?
What is the meaning of your life?
Stink bug, stink bug, hanging around
Making my Hudson Valley home your town
Stink bug, stink bug, don't you dare fall
You're the weirdest roommate of them all!
[VERSE 2]
I'm pretty sure he's got kids, yeah
Like hundreds of little stink bug kids
They multiply like some kind of insect pyramid scheme
This is not what I signed up for, it seems
One becomes ten becomes a thousand
My whole house is like a stink bug mansion
I'm Googling "do bugs take vacations?"
Please tell me July's your destination
[PRE-CHORUS]
(Spoken: "Go to Europe, buddy")
[CHORUS]
There's a stink bug on my ceiling
And I'm having an existential feeling
Does he have dreams? Does he have goals?
Why do you smell like crushed flower petals and bad vibes, bro?
Stink bug, stink bug, what's your deal?
Why won't you just acknowledge I'm real?
Stink bug, stink bug, ceiling's your throne
But July's coming and you're going HOME!
[BRIDGE]
(Spoken, slightly desperate: "I know you can hear me up there...")
August comes and you'll be gone
On a plane to Paris or London
I don't care where you go, just take your relatives
This is my final directive!
(Singing, triumphant:)
Because in July and August you vanish like magic
And my house becomes tragic-free, not tragic!
[FINAL CHORUS]
There's a stink bug on my ceiling
But I've accepted this feeling
You've got a name now, let's say... Brad
You're the weirdest roommate I've ever had
Stink bug, stink bug, make your choice
Leave in summer, that's my voice
Stink bug, stink bug, ceiling so high
You're a legend, now goodbye! 👋
[OUTRO]
(Spoken, nostalgic: "I'll miss you, Brad... actually, no I won't.")
(Singing, fading:)
Stink bug, stink bug, stink bug on my ceiling...
What a weird feeling... what a weird feeling...
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