Hullabaloo

“Hullabaloo” by Rare Americans is a song telling the story of a fictional company dubbed the Lemming Corporation, the term “lemming” referring to an individual who participates in bandwagon movements without any free thought, and its mischievous deeds and exploitation of its workers in spite of widespread protest. Through this story, the song attempts to depict the dystopian nature of corporatism and the brand by comparing its ideas to a cult mentality with “safety in numbers” from the chaos outside of the building.

Lyrics
[Verse 1]

Excuse the renovations, our Doberman Dalmatians

We’re just makin’ preparations for the false flag operation

Anyway, your participation in The Lemming Corporation

Includes two full weeks paid vacation, white-washed accommodations

At the company plantation there's a safe sensation

Bottomless libations with your full cooperation

Thank you for your patience

[Pre-Chorus]

We’re here to help, we’re here to help you

You need not worry ‘bout that

[Chorus]

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)

Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo (hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo)

[Verse 2: James and Jared]

Doom is the mood in the room

Evil looms, darkness lurks

Safety in numbers, member perks

Things are sad, they will get worse

We want you bad, this army church

The fence is not a safe place for you to stay

Don’t think you understand the forces at play

Care for a Serviette James?

You got kool-aid, kid, all over your face

Hear my words, sing my song

Opportunities knockin, ding ding-ity dong

Were encrypted, subscripted, soldiers of the brand

Homo-lookalikes, million man marching band

So let me look ya in the eye straight when I ask ya

Will you take my word? (Take my word?)

Will ya take my hand? (Take my hand?)

Shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake my goddamn ole wrinkly hand

[Chorus]

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)

Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo (hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo)

[Verse 3]

I got this buzzin' in my ear it's here for good I fear, my dear

I got these spots in my sights like I can't turn out the lights

Sweat drips from my palms all day long

Don’t wanna fuck this up man, I can't get this wrong

It’s clear in my mind as a traffic jam

I think there might be something wrong with uncle Graham

It's calm in my head as a high speed chase

I got those memories man, that you can't erase

I do, what I gotta do

Just run away from that

[Outro]

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)

Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo (hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo (hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo)