Bored Apes

Lyrics

Look at you.
Cute monkey picture.

Justin got one. Put it on his profile.
Madonna paid, what, half a million?
Snoop Dogg, of course.
The whole gang's here.
In the metaverse yacht club.
Popping virtual champagne.
So exclusive.
A private Discord for the truly... enlightened.
Six figures for the password to the future.
A digital gang sign for the new-money tech bros.

I'm dancing on the floor price, baby.
Yeah, I'm dancing on your JPEG.
Your little cartoon monkey with the laser eyes.
Thought you bought a ticket to the moon.
You just bought a receipt for a monkey.
And I'm dancing on the floor price.

The Discord's quiet now, isn't it?
Just a few diamond-hand emojis coping.
The headlines moved on.
The talk shows found a new pet rock.
All that ETH you burned.
For a link on a blockchain.
A spot in a clubhouse with no walls.
The yacht is sinking, Captain.
And it's taking all the primates with it.

I'm dancing on the floor price, baby.
Yeah, I'm dancing on your JPEG.
Your little cartoon monkey with the sailor hat.
Thought you bought a ticket to the moon.
You just bought a receipt for a monkey.
And I'm dancing on the floor price.

Bless your heart.
Did you really think you were building a brand?
A new kind of capital?
You were just playing digital Beanie Babies.
And now the tag is ripped off.
And the stuffing's coming out.
There's no utility, honey.
There's just the cringe.

Floor price.
Going down.
Down.
Down.
Magic. Internet. Money.
Bye-bye, monkey.