Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
Hey Lucy, I'm home
Oh Ricky, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Oh Lucy, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Lucy, hey Lucy
Oh Ricky, you're so fine
You play your bongos all the time
Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Oh Lucy, you're so fine
How I love to hear you whine
Hey Lucy
Hey Ricky
You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right
You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night
Stop shakin' your maracas now and just turn out the light Ricky
I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always comin' over here
'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer
Why don't you serve your casserole and make them disappear Lucy
Oh Ricky, what's a girl like me supposed to do
You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo
Oh Lucy, you're so dizzy, don't you have a clue
Well, here's to you Lucy
I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let's babaloo Lucy
Hey Ricky
You're always playin' at the club, you never let me go
I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin' but you always tell me no
Oh, please honey please, let me be in your show Ricky, wha'
You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too
You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through
You're such a crazy redhead I just don't know what to do Lucy
Oh Ricky
What a pity, don't you understand
That every day's a rerun and the laughter's always canned
Oh Lucy
I'm the Latin leader of the band
So here's to you Lucy
Let's babaloo Lucy, too Lucy
Everybody rumba!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Oh Ricky, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Oh Lucy, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Lucy, hey Lucy
Oh Ricky, you're so fine
You play your bongos all the time
Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Oh Lucy, you're so fine
How I love to hear you whine
Hey Lucy
Hey Ricky
You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right
You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night
Stop shakin' your maracas now and just turn out the light Ricky
I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always comin' over here
'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer
Why don't you serve your casserole and make them disappear Lucy
Oh Ricky, what's a girl like me supposed to do
You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo
Oh Lucy, you're so dizzy, don't you have a clue
Well, here's to you Lucy
I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let's babaloo Lucy
Hey Ricky
You're always playin' at the club, you never let me go
I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin' but you always tell me no
Oh, please honey please, let me be in your show Ricky, wha'
You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too
You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through
You're such a crazy redhead I just don't know what to do Lucy
Oh Ricky
What a pity, don't you understand
That every day's a rerun and the laughter's always canned
Oh Lucy
I'm the Latin leader of the band
So here's to you Lucy
Let's babaloo Lucy, too Lucy
Everybody rumba!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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