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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wiebe clocked in late
With a coffee in his hand
Blue badge on crooked
Like he had a plan
Prodrive in his chest
But chaos in his grin
First box on the floor
And the day wore thin
He crossed the yellow line
And kicked the pallet loose
Barcode scanner screaming
Then the printer tripped its fuse
He said, "Relax, relax"
While the whole line slid
One wrong push from Wiebe
And the bot just quit
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, here we go again
Count it back, count it back
Ooh, he hit the wrong tab
Now the screen goes black
[Chorus]
Fucking Wiebe!
On the production floor
Fucking Wiebe!
Always wanting more
Fucking Wiebe!
He breaks it, then he beams
Fucking Wiebe!
Tearing up our dreams
[Verse 2]
He swapped the labels
On the silver and the gray
Sent the lids to packing
On the wrong damn tray
Quality came running
With a clipboard face
Wiebe said, "My bad"
Then he blamed the paste
He spilled a full tote
Right into the lane
Little plastic pieces
Skittered like rain
Line lead yelling "Stop!"
While the whole team stared
Wiebe just shrugged
Like he wasn't there
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, here we go again
Count it back, count it back
Ooh, he hit the wrong tab
Now the screen goes black
[Chorus]
Fucking Wiebe!
On the production floor
Fucking Wiebe!
Always wanting more
Fucking Wiebe!
He breaks it, then he beams
Fucking Wiebe!
Tearing up our dreams
[Bridge]
Management's on-site
With their polished shoes
Wiebe waves a wrench
Like, "What else can lose?"
The red light flashes
The whole room groans
He laughs too hard
When the alarm rolls home
[Breakdown]
Wiebe!
One more mess
Wiebe!
One more test
Wiebe!
You know the rest
Wiebe!
Man, you're a pest
[Final Chorus]
Fucking Wiebe!
On the production floor
Fucking Wiebe!
Always wanting more
Fucking Wiebe!
He breaks it, then he beams
Fucking Wiebe!
Tearing up our dreams
Fucking Wiebe!
We can’t take no more
Fucking Wiebe!
Shut the damn door
Fucking Wiebe!
He’s the king of wrong
Fucking Wiebe!
So sing it loud and long
Details
GeneratedAug 14, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Punk rock pop with fast downstrokes, swaggering half-time chorus hits, and driving live drums; verse barrels with tight bass and clipped guitar chugs, pre-chorus lifts on gang shouts and snare rolls, chorus opens into shouted hook lines with male vocals, doubled yell harmonies, and call-and-response ad-libs. Ear candy: amp feedback squeal into the first verse, a crowd-clap break before each chorus, and a final key-change lift with a shouted tag. Mix is bright, raw, and arena-loud, like a sweaty club recording, pop, rock, punk
Credits
Prompt byKitaUbojica
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Fucking Wiebe! A song about a Guy who works in Prodrive, a high tech company and fucks up everything on production floor. Punk rock pop, male, live
