This is a song about "Synchronize pulvarize helm badgering"

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

The rest biding their time till the helm

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

I lead the helm, so you can call me captain crunch

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

The rest biding their time till the helm