Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He grew up by the river
In a brick-faced little town
Toast points, trust funds, old books
He wears his guilt like a crown
He orders gin at noon
Pushes greens to the side
Says, "I'm just being honest"
But the mirror calls him out at night
[Pre-Chorus]
He sizes up the room
Then sizes up himself
Every flaw's a headline
On a shelf
[Chorus]
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
Poured too hard, poured too thin
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
He judges you, then judges in
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
Never water, always this
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
He can't forgive what he can't fix
[Verse 2]
No peas, no kale, no beans
Only fries and a side of pride
He says the waiter's "interesting"
With a look that cuts the tie
He clocks your shoes, your skin, your spin
Then he audits his own grin
Calls it taste, calls it class
But the real joke lives within
[Pre-Chorus]
He keeps a list in his head
Of who fell short tonight
Every name gets folded
Into his white shirt light
[Chorus]
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
Poured too hard, poured too thin
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
He judges you, then judges in
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
Never water, always this
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
He can't forgive what he can't fix
[Bridge]
He wants to be above it
But he's knee-deep in the game
All that polish, all that polish
Still leaves a stain
One hand on the glass
One hand on the blame
He points at the world
Then says his own name
[Final Chorus]
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
Poured too hard, poured too thin
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
He judges you, then judges in
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
Never water, always this
Cambridge gin, Cambridge gin
He can't forgive what he can't fix
Style
indie-pop with skippy muted-guitar groovepunchy kick-snarerubbery bassand bright handclaps; verse stays tight and drypre-chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a rising synth filterchorus lands on a bigger chant with gang doubles on the title. close-mic lead vocal with smug half-smilessmugger ad-libsand playful delay throws; add glass clinksa quick reverse swell into the chorusand a tiny piano flourish between lines. mix is crisppolishedand slightly cheeky.
Prompt
A song about a privileged white gay man from Cambridge Massachusetts who refuses to eat vegetables and drinks more gin than water. He’s very judgmental about everyone, including himself.
Credits
Prompt byNeonDrum822
GeneratedMay 8, 2026
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