Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids
Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids
They will eat right out of your hand
Using great big words that they don't understand
They say
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
They build it up just to burn it back down
They build it up just to burn it back down
The wind is blowing all the ashes around
Oh my dear god what is that horrible song they're singing
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo, rococo!
Rococo!
They seem wild but they are so tame
They seem wild but they are so tame
They're moving towards you with their colors all the same
They want to own you but they don't know what game they're playing
Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo
Rococo!
Rococo!
(Rococo)
(Rococo)
Rococo!
Rococo!
(Rococo)
(Rococo)
Rococo!
Actually I think it's pretty clear that the song is a knock on some of the fickleness and pretentiousness of young teens, that love a band one minute and proclaim them to be gooseberry fool whenever something new comes. Quite an angry song in fact.
Adam Downer gave The Suburbs a slightly negative three out of five stars, due to its "bitter and deeply resentful" lyrics and its commentary on the band's fan base.[17] Downer continued, "If Butler weren’t so intent of flipping everyone off, the album could have been the important, mammoth commentary on modern hipster culture it’s intended as. Instead it just sort of exists as this sour shadow of a band that was once described as 'hopeful.'"
Rococo is one of the best tracks on this album.