The Ick by Trousdale
"The Ick’ is, without question, the most important song of our generation. Written with Dan Fernandez in Nashville, it’s a groundbreaking piece that captures the exact moment when infatuation turns to revulsion. You know the feeling: one second they’re charming, the next they’re wearing flip-flops or talking in a baby voice, and suddenly you’re rethinking every life choice that led you here. The ick isn’t just a feeling—it’s a deep, existential betrayal. It’s realizing they’re not the flawless masterpiece you invented in your head, but rather a person who says ‘boys will be boys’ unironically. There’s no recovering from it, so we figured we might as well write a song about it. Call it a public service.”
Tracklist
| 1. | The Ick | 3:08 |
Lyrics
You know when you meet someone
That makes you wanna fall in love
Then they go and do something
That really turns you off
When they like you way too much
They’re thinking you can’t get enough
You’re buried under the weight
That’s why they call it a crush
I used to feel the Ooo La La, but
Now I’ve got the sickness
It came on quick
Creeping under my skin
A deep un-scratch-able itch
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I’m the one
But I think maybe I’m done
Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the ick
It’s not the butterflies
It’s a chill running down my spine
I got a fever (fever!)
And it’s not the good kind
You’re making my tummy hurt
Making all my insides turn
All the uncomfortable feelings I’m feeling
Combined into one little word
It’s Ick
A feeling you can’t unstick
A problem you just can’t fix
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I’m the one
But I think maybe I’m done
Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the ick
Now that I got the Ick, I don’t think I can handle it - I got to get myself outta this, I got to get out, got to get out yeah
Toe nails and your flip flops
Stealing from a thrift shop
Breath like garlic knots
This Ick won’t stop
Talking in a baby voice
Saying, “boys will be boys"
Rage in the parking lot
This Ick won’t stop
It’s Ick
A feeling you can’t unstick
A problem you just can’t fix
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I’m the one
But I think maybe I’m done
Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the ick
Credits
Produced By: John Mark Nelson and Trousdale
