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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Here he comes
Thunder on the hardwood
Big eyes
Tail twitch
Every hair on edge
Hits the brakes
Right beside the corner
Grabs the couch like
"This is it
I pledge"
[Pre-Chorus]
Back legs coiled like springs
Whiskers shaking
Tiny king
I just freeze and watch him sing
With his claws
[Chorus]
Rocket cat
Rocket cat
Clinging to the side like a launch pad
Zooming heart
Psycho stare
Like he's gonna punch a hole in the air
Rocket cat
Rocket cat
Tiny paws in a full-blown panic attack
Scratch that couch like a countdown track
Three
Two
One—don’t look back
[Verse 2]
He goes still
Silent as a statue
One ear flicks
Like a busted gauge
Then he chirps
Tiny engine revving
Tears a stripe
Down the fabric page
[Pre-Chorus]
Back legs coiled like springs
Whiskers shaking
Tiny king
I just laugh and let him bring
All his claws
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Fur storm
Living room war zone
Threads fly
But he’s in his own ozone
Stares past me
Like he sees the moon
One more scratch
He’s leaving soon
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 8, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy 2000s alt-rock guitars with a bright, slightly overdriven tone, bass locked to a driving kick and snappy snare. Verses punchy and staccato, gang shouts on select lines; chorus explodes with octave guitars, doubled male vocals, and a big, chantable hook. Short middle break with tom-heavy build, then one last shout-along chorus and tight cutoff.
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
2000s rock, when your pet cat runs into the room and grabs the side of the couch to claw but looks kinda wild and crazy and like he may rocket up to the sky.
