Prompt / Lyrics
We’ve got no dinosaurs to ride to school, And no robot maids to keep the pool. Our cars aren’t flying, but they still can’t start, We’re stuck in the middle, and it’s breaking my heart! The Flintstones rocked in the ancient days, The Jetsons soared through cosmic rays. We’re lost somewhere between their time, Not stone or star — just shift and grind. (Chorus) We’re caught between the rocks and stars, Got smartphones but no flying cars. The Flintstones rolled Jetsons flew Were just stuck in the middle. Me and you. The Flintstones paid with rocks and trade, The Jetsons swipe for dreams they’ve made. We’re counting dollars that slip away, Stuck chasing time and bills all day. The Flintstones hunted, raw and tough, The Jetsons thought one pill’s enough. We’ve got delivery at our door, Stuck in the middle — still want more. (Chorus) We’re caught between the rocks and stars, Got smartphones but no flying cars. The Flintstones rolled Jetsons flew Were just stuck in the middle. Me and you. The Flintstones worked with stone and clay, The Jetsons lived where clouds would stay. We pay the rent and call it fair, Stuck in between — just gas and air. We’re caught between the rocks and stars, Got smartphones but no flying cars. The Flintstones rolled Jetsons flew Were just stuck in the middle. Me and you. We’re caught between the rocks and stars, Got smartphones but no flying cars. The Flintstones rolled Jetsons flew Were just stuck in the middle. Me and you.
Tags
Strong elements of: swing and jump-blues (horn-driven, danceable feel) fast tempo humorous vibe Male singers
Duration
2:34
Instrumental
No
Created
4/15/2026