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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late at night, the floor is shaking,
Bela’s bass has the whole place waking.
Micka’s paws hit the drums so loud,
Oli’s howl electrifies the crowd!
[Chorus]
We rock with BOM, we roll with style,
From the basement to the wild.
Guitar screams and cucumbers fly,
This band was born to touch the sky!
[Verse 2]
Oli’s tail is on the beat,
Micka's kicks knock off your seat.
Cucumbers rain from the ceiling high,
While Bela's solo makes amps cry.
[Chorus]
We rock with BOM, we roll with style,
From the basement to the wild.
Guitar screams and cucumbers fly,
This band was born to touch the sky!
[Bridge]
We don't need no golden crown,
Just a stage and this loud town.
With our fur and funky paws,
We break the boring, break the laws!
[Final Chorus]
We rock with BOM, no turning back,
We ride the sound, we own the track.
Oli howls, and Micka slays,
BOM forever – let it blaze!
Details
GeneratedJun 18, 2025
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
hard rock, male
Credits
Prompt by
BOM_band
BOM_bandModelAria v4
