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Grab That Hog

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, 160 BPM jump blues rock, honking tenor sax, upright bass, shuffling drum kit, rambunctious shouted hooks, loud, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal
V6-MINI

[Hook: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, shouted, full band] Grab that hog, she slipping again Greased like a skillet on a Saturday grin Mud to my eyebrows and sugar on my chin Grab that hog, she slipping again [Verse 1: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, rambunctious, belted, racing] County fair Saturday, ten bucks a head Grown men chasing what the farmer fed Duchess the pig, four summers unbeat Lard on her belly and wings on her feet Rosalie up in the stands with a fan Said catch me that pig and I'll call you my man Rolled up my sleeves, took off my hat Fool in a rodeo, imagine that [Hook: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, shouted, full band] Grab that hog, she slipping again Greased like a skillet on a Saturday grin Mud to my eyebrows and sugar on my chin Grab that hog, she slipping again [Verse 2: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, rambunctious, belted, faster] Whistle went off and she went like a shot Under my legs and away from the spot Dove for her ham and I came up with air Face in the mud and a sock somewhere She hopped the fence like a deer in a dress Into the fairground, a hundred-pound mess Crowd on their feet and the band on the stage Hollering grab her like it's going on the page [Bridge: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, fairground lap, honking sax chasing him bar by bar] Through the funnel cake stand, sugar in the air Through the poultry barn, feathers everywhere Round the tilt ride, under the rail Past the pie table, there go the tail Over the hay bales, into the creek Out the other side and I'm too tired to speak [Verse 3: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, rambunctious, laughing, then triumphant] Gave it all up by the parking lot gate Sugar on my shirt and my pride on a plate Walked to my truck with my head hung low Heard little trotters going clip clop slow Turned around and Duchess right on my heel Sniffing that funnel cake, love at first meal Walked her back in with her nose on my knee Rosalie laughing, she yelling for me [Hook: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, shouted, full band] Grab that hog, she slipping again Greased like a skillet on a Saturday grin Mud to my eyebrows and sugar on my chin Grab that hog, she slipping again [Outro: Rambunctious rafter-rattling male lead, laughing, honking sax rings out and fades] Good pig, Duchess Good pig [End]