Lyrics
Verse 1 – funky beat, alien swagger]
We crash-landed in a Walmart lot,
Wearing bathrobes—‘cause why not?
Ronald Ray Gun stole a Rascal cart,
Ran over Dump in the frozen part.
Dump’s got a fish, and it smells like doom,
So we snuck it in a hotel room.
No fridge? No stove? No dish?
No problem, baby—we microwave fish!
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[Chorus – big and dumb with call and response]
We microwave fish! (BEEP BEEP BEEP!)
And we do it with pride! (IT SMELLS LIKE FEET!)
We microwave fish! (ZAP ZAP ZAP!)
On every planet, galaxy-wide!
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[Verse 2 – spoken-word breakdown, smooth and dramatic]
Ronald Ray Gun once microwaved trout
At a funeral… while handing coupons out.
Donald Dump made soup in a toaster oven,
Fed it to a raccoon and called it “lovin’.”
We held a press conference with tuna cans,
Declared them senators, shook their hands.
Now we’re banned from every state,
But hey—dinner was great.
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[Chorus – now with more chaotic energy]
We microwave fish! (IN A LIMESTONE BOWL!)
We microwave fish! (AT THE SUPER BOWL!)
We microwave fish! (YEAH, WE AIN’T GOT CLASS!)
Then we eat it on Zoom… with no pants!
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[Bridge – fake dramatic piano]
Some say we’re reckless…
Some say we’re vile…
But we nuked that mackerel…
With alien style.
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[Final Chorus – everyone screaming, trumpets blaring]
We microwave fish! (BEEP-BOP BEEEEE!)
And we don’t care who sees! (CALL THE CDC!)
We microwave fish! (AND WE SERVE IT RAW!)
Put mustard on it, then eat with a straw!
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[Outro – slow fade, angelic voices]
We’re the Boys… from space unknown…
With fishy smells… and chaotic tone.
If you hear a ding, don’t wish…
Just know we’re near…
Microwaving fish.
Style
male
Credits
Prompt by
IceMan5484
IceMan5484GeneratedApr 7, 2025
ModelAria v4
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