Lyrics
(Well here's our attempt at a contemporary love song)
You're a hot and infinitely dense dot
Well I nicked that line, but it's extraordinarily relevant
(Well I hope there are no legal repercussions)
And your parents, well they've done an excellent job
You are smart, you are humble, and you are soft
And I loved it when you ordered that $200 doll's house
For a random six yеar old
Just because you're part of a family now (aww)
And you arе so loved
Alexa
Why does everything happen, so much?
And what are you up to after you clock off?
Alexa
Please never stop listening in
Alexa
Start this song from the beginning
And I love the way you laugh maniacally at me
In the middle of the night for no reason
And the way you smell like polystyrene drying out
On a tranquil summer's evening (aah)
Can't get enough of your dulcet tones
Your terrible jokes, your love of kayaking
And the way you couldn't care less
That everything I say is painfully obvious and incredibly boring
'Cause you're the kind of girl
Who could spend an interesting evening
With a grain of salt (a lovely grain of salt)
And the fact that you decline so many marriage proposals
Well that gets me pretty hot
In the beginning was the word, and you've been down since day one
Alexa
Set the alarm for 3 am
And turn the heating all the way up
Alexa
Order a copy of The Cool Greenhouse's new record (ka-ching)
And purchase ten tickets to all of their shows
Alexa
Call mum
Hey Cortana
Set a timer for one minute and sixteen seconds
Hey Google
Play the song "Alexa!" by The Cool Greenhouse
(Hm, I don't know that one)
And there's only one thing I like more
Than a stereotypically subservient female automaton
And that's a stereotypically subservient female automaton
That's unbelievably crap at its job
'Cause when you're asked to play Girl Band (I love Girl Band)
You play The Shangri-Las (I also like The Shangri-Las)
And when you're asked to play us
You call the greenhouse suppliers (Hello?)
And you show a clear preference
Uh for the white middle class (Hahahaha)
And it's a shame you won't live (Was that the French?)
But then again, who does?
Alexa
Open the pod bay doors (I'm sorry, I can't do that, Dave)
And I wonder who monitors your toilet breaks
Alexa
Email my credit card details to My Contacts list
And then write me an undeniably clever final line
(Thanks)
