[INTRO — fizzy, glowing, bubbling] Capn’s in the Cantina… Bottle glowin’ neon blue… He says “Take a sip, crew…” And the whole ship goes WOOO— [VERSE 1 — the pour] He mixed up a batch of that funky fruit tonic, Bubbles poppin’ sideways, flavor supersonic. Moe’s already dancin’, TSO’s on the bar, Echofoil’s floatin’ like a low‑orbit star. The Cantina lights flicker, the floor starts to sway, Somebody yells “Capn, what’d you put in this today?” He grins real wide, says “Just a splash of groove,” And the whole room melts into a cosmic‑fruit move. [CHORUS — heavy, bubbly, sax‑poppin’] Fruity good time, fruity good time, Sip that tonic, feel it fizz up your spine. Fruity good time, fruity good time, Capn’s brew hittin’ like a starship shine. [VERSE 2 — the party erupts] The walls start hummin’ with a bassline thump, Crew jumpin’ higher than a zero‑G bump. Somebody’s juggling oranges, Moe’s got a pear, TSO’s blowin’ bubbles in the middle of the air. The Capn’s at the center with a jug held high, Shoutin’ “Drink up, crew, let the funk multiply!” The tonic hits warm, then it hits real bright, And the Cantina turns into a fruity‑funk light. [CHORUS — bigger, brighter, sax screaming] Fruity good time, fruity good time, Sip that tonic, feel it fizz up your spine. Fruity good time, fruity good time, Capn’s brew hittin’ like a starship shine. [BRIDGE — bubbly breakdown] Pop‑pop‑pop, let the fruit go boom, Fizz‑fizz‑fizz, fillin’ up the room. Glow‑glow‑glow, let the colors spin, Capn pours another and the party begins. [VERSE 3 — the lift‑off] The tonic’s got the engines hummin’ in tune, Crew floatin’ sideways like balloons in June. The sax kicks in with a cosmic scream, And the whole Cantina turns into a dream. Capn shouts “One more round!” with a wink so sly, And the fruit‑funk magic starts to amplify. The ship’s still docked, but the vibe takes flight, And the Codex crew dances through the neon night. [FINAL CHORUS — triumphant, juicy, explosive] Fruity good time, fruity good time, Sip that tonic, feel it fizz up your spine. Fruity good time, fruity good time, Capn’s brew hittin’ like a starship shine. [OUTRO — soft, fizzy fade] Bubbles driftin’… Lights still glowin’… Fruit‑funk flowin’… Party keeps goin’…
