Cobb sips his caf smiling just a little bit. The other songs he can think of off the top of his head do sound sad and are sad. Songs about a whole family being sold and their baby being the only one left. About dying being the only way to freedom. Not good for breakfast.

Others he would have to translate from Bocce to Galactic basic and he couldn't do that fast.

"You get fifty or so people singing it and it sounds more like a celebration." He leans back against the counter. "Your wrapping might benefit from a few more people helpin' you out."