[Verse 1] Little firefly named Lou, Lived beneath a mushroom roof, Tiny wings and giant fears… Social anxiety for seven straight years. Every bug would glow at night, Floating proud in the moonbeam light, But Lou stayed hidden in the grass… ‘Cause every speech came out weird and fast. One time he tried to say: “Hello.” Accidentally yelled: “Potato” Then lit up bright like fireworks… And crashed directly into a yogurt. [Pre-Chorus] Poor little Lou would only glow… Whenever he got embarrassed so. [Chorus] Glow, glow, disco bug, Tiny panic lightning slug, Every time he gets ashamed… The whole garden lights like a video game. Glow, glow, little guy, Accidental party in the sky, Shy all day but then somehow… Turns into a bug nightclub now. [Verse 2] At the annual garden dance, Lou got dragged there by the ants, Spider DJ dropped the beat… Caterpillars dancing with six left feet. Then Queen Bee said: “Lou, come chat!” Lou got nervous hearing that, Tripped on a leaf and screamed: “My Lips!” Then flashed so bright… The snails did backflips. Moths started cheering, “DO IT AGAIN!” Even the worms formed a conga line then, One cricket yelled: “This Bug's a Star!” And somebody crowd-surfed in a pickle jar. [Pre-Chorus] Lou kept glowing red and green… Like a confused tiny disco machine. [Chorus] Glow, glow, disco bug, Garden shaking like a nightclub, Every awkward little squeak… Turns the backyard full Ibiza chic. Glow, glow, little bean, Brightest bug the world has seen, Too embarrassed to say “hi”… But somehow became the dancefloor guy. [Bridge] Then Lou got really overwhelmed… Accidentally activated turbo mode, Flashed so hard the neighborhood raccoon… Thought aliens had finally arrived. Dogs started barking. Frogs screamed: “THE PROPHECY!” One old beetle fainted dramatically… Into the potato salad. [Verse 3] But then Lou took one deep breath, Tiny glowing bug chest, And softly said: “Maybe it’s okay… If being weird just works this way.” So now every Friday night, All the bugs dance under lights, And Lou still panics when bugs say: “Great weather!” But honestly… That just improves the show. [Final Chorus] Glow, glow, disco king, Tiny awkward shining thing, Turns out every strange little flaw… Might become what makes you adored. Glow, glow, little light, Dancing softly through the night, And every time Lou gets shy… The whole garden sparkles bright. [Final Line] …Though he still screams “Potato!” under pressure.
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