Oh, Brayo
Oh, Brayo
"Outro only; leave every earlier section unchanged. Drums and bass drop out completely. Start with about three seconds of space: one soft held acoustic guitar chord and nothing else. Then two short SPOKEN lines, not sung and with no melody: close, quiet and dry, as if said across a café table, natural British accents, nothing exaggerated. The speakers are the same woman and man who sing the rest of the song, using their ordinary speaking voices. She asks first, lightly teasing, rising at the end: "Your chips?" A one-second pause. He answers, warm, low and a little shy: "Our chips." She gives one short, quiet chuckle. Then both singing voices return and sing "Oh, BRAYO" once, together, on the song's main hook melody at the chorus tempo, female lead with the low male harmony underneath. End on a single clean guitar chord that stops dead by 0:43. No fade, no reverb tail, no echoes or repeats of the spoken words, no extra ad-libs, nothing after the final chord."
I’ll bring the mayo.
Oh, BRAYO,
Fancy meeting you.
A little bit of both,
And a table for two.
You’ve got taste, I’ve got chips,
One more look, one more dip.
Same time, same booth,
Bacon butty, breakfast for two.
Oh, BRAYO,
Made for you and me.
The original special recipe.
{whispering}
Your chips?
{whispering}
Our chips.
(haha)
Oh, BRAYO.
