I waltzed right into Williams Sonoma
Everything was nice and Fancy Myers
I was having fun and I was having moment
And then I got a little too wild
I started smashing the plates
Yeah I was smashing the plates
Oh I was smashing the plates
And I was smashing the plates
What can I say? I was having fun
What can I say? I'm Greek!
An ancient desire, an inner instinct,
A Giannis Antetokounmpo streak
I was smashing the plates!
Yeah I was smashing the plates!
Oh I was smashing the plates!
And I was smashing the plates!
I strolled over to Crate & Barrel,
And Ethan Allen, and Sur la Table
You know what I did? What I did right then?
I ran back to Wiiliams Sonoma
Started smashing the plates
Yeah I was smashing the plates
Oh I was smashing the plates
And I was smashing the plates
And it's true
Yes it's true
Yeah it's true
Oh it's true
Figs and melon and cacciatore
They're gonna be layin all over the floory
Pickles and peppers and cornichons
There's no circle surface to be layin 'em on
No fine, fine china, no ceramic receptacles
For yer limes yer pine nuts yer yams or vegetables
No porcelain place for yer gherkins and dates
Cuz somebody went and trashed all the platters
But it's not my fault, what were they thinking?
Sure I guess I feel remorse
But ya gotta understand the risk yer runnin
Ya can't let a freak in a preppy plate store
And it's not just plates, it's metaphory
Greater, grander allegory
The plates are Fears the food is Love
And me, I'm an angel from above
Cheeses and scones may break yer bones
When they're fallin all over ol' Bill Sonomes
Sharp, sharp chards there's no chardsier partier
But it's a part of me nonetheless
Cuz I was smashing the plates
Yeah I was smashing the plates
Oh I was smashing the plates
And I was smashing the plates
Yeah I was smashing the plates
Oh I was smashing the plates
Yeah I was smashing the plates
And I was smashing the plates
I was smashing the plates