Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 53 · middle
Toss One's Cookies
VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Toss One's Cookies". Its true history: US, 1920s college slang — 'cookies' as a light stand-in for the stomach's contents. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] Ooh, ahh Just a little sugar [Verse 1] Back in the 1920s under ivy-covered stone, When the college kids were dizzy and they needed to go home. They wanted something sweeter for the way the body shakes, A little sugar-coating for the mess the midnight makes. It's a very polite metaphor for bending at the knee, When your stomach decides to rewrite history. [Chorus] Oh, you've gotta toss your cookies when the music gets too loud! Say it with a little gloss, smiling at the crowd. It’s a pastry-colored panic by the bathroom door, Toss your cookies, baby, we don't need them anymore. Just a dozen chocolate chips given to the bowl, Bless my dizzy soul. [Verse 2] It’s a gentle way to frame it when you're spinning in the dark, Just a little indigestion from the roaring of your heart. I'm leaning on the tile and it's cooling down my cheek, Feeling like a flapper who has had a heavy sleep. The oven timer's ringing and the bakery is closed, Returning all the inventory, striking up a pose. [Chorus] Oh, you've gotta toss your cookies when the music gets too loud! Say it with a little gloss, smiling at the crowd. It’s a pastry-colored panic by the bathroom door, Toss your cookies, baby, we don't need them anymore. Just a dozen chocolate chips given to the bowl, Bless my dizzy soul. [Bridge] Snickerdoodles, macarons, a little ginger crumb, Taking just a tiny minute till the spinning is done. They invented it on campus so the deans would never know, Just how far the roaring twenties really liked to roam. [Outro] Yeah, the oven is perfectly clean now. Tossing the cookies, washing out the dream. I'll brush my teeth and I'll be brand new. Maybe I'll save a little macaroon for... wait, no.