In his signature style of humor and satire, “Weird Al” Yankovic juxtaposes everyday practicalities with outlandish conspiracy theories. The song begins by extolling the virtues of aluminum foil as a simple solution for preserving food, humorously highlighting its superiority over other storage methods. Midway through, however, the narrative takes an unexpected turn into the realm of paranoia and conspiracy. Yankovic lampoons those who believe in shadow organizations like the Illuminati and government cover-ups, suggesting that aluminum foil can also serve as protection against mind control and alien probing. Through this clever shift, the artist underscores how mundane solutions can be absurdly extended to irrational extremes, ultimately critiquing both consumer culture and conspiracy theorists with equal wit.
Foil
Lyrics
I never seem to finish all my food
So I always gets doggy bag from the waiter
So I just keep what's still unchewed
And I take it home, save it for later
But then I deal with fungal rot, bacterial formation
Microbes, enzymes, mould and oxidation
I don't care, I've got a secret trick up my sleeve
I never bother with baggies, glass jars, tupperware containers
Plastic cling wrap, really a no-brainer
I just like to keep all my flavours sealed in tight
With aluminum foil (foil)
Never settle for less
That kind of wrap is just the best
To keep your sandwich nice and fresh
Stick it in your cooler (cooler)
Eat it when you're ready
But maybe you'll choose (you'll choose, you'll choose, you'll choose)
A refreshing herbal tea
Mmm, lovely!
Oh, by the way, I've cracked the code
I've figured out these shadow organizations
And the Illuminati know
That they're finally primed for world domination
And soon you've got black helicopters comin' cross the border
Puppet masters for the New World Order
Be aware: there's always someone that's watching you
And still the government won't admit they faked the whole moon landing
Thought control rays, psychotronic scanning
Don't mind that, I'm protected cause I made this hat
From aluminum foil (foil)
Wear a hat that's foil lined
In case an alien's inclined
To probe your butt or read your mind
Looks a bit peculiar ('culiar)
Seems a little crazy
But someday I'll prove (I'll prove, I'll prove, I'll prove)
There's a big conspiracy
Writer(s): Alfred Matthew Yankovic, Ella Marija Lani Yelich O'Connor, Joel Little
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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