Haunted Hot Dog

French House, Funk, Disco, Electro, Synth-Pop, Filtered Soul, Robot Rock, Acid Groove, Digital Funk

[Intro: pulsing vocoder funk groove, filtered four-on-the-floor beat, squelchy synth bass rising]
(Yeah)
Funky ghosts in the kitchen tonight
Turn up the freak

[Verse: French house bounce, filtered disco loops, talkbox vocals trading with robotic harmonies]
If you like to get freaky (uh)
If you like to get freaky (yeah)
Now (woo!)
If you like to get freaky, baby
And you like to get down (get down)
Now
I got somethin' for you (come on)
You see
It ain't what you think (no)
It ain't a person (nah)
It ain't an animal (nah)
It's a haunted hot dog (say what?)

[Pre-Chorus: electro-funk tension build, phasing synth pads swirl, bass filter sweeps open]
(It’s alive)
It’s sizzling in the night
Them fingers on the fryer light
Steam rise, spirits high
You hungry or terrified?

[Chorus: robot rock groove with layered vocoders, stuttered disco clap, filtered soul vocals rising]
Now
When you look at me
You know what you see?
A haunted hot dog (hot dog!)
When I look at you
I know what I see
It’s a haunted hot dog
(Spooky snack!)
Now
When you look at me
You know what you see?
A haunted hot dog (oh yeah)
When I look at you
I know what I see
It’s a haunted hot dog

[Bridge: acid groove breakdown, synths gurgle like mustard ghosts, crowd chant filtered through vocoder]
(Grill it, grill it)
For six-six-six seconds
(Flip it, flip it)
The beat resurrected
(Don’t burn it, don’t burn it)
The spirits detected
(No one wants it)
Overcooked and rejected!

[Verse 2: synth-pop groove, funk guitar scratches, robot-human duet]
Now
When you get a haunted hot dog (haunted!)
You gotta know how to cook it
You gotta do it real right (real right)
You gotta do it like this (like this)
Look—
You take the haunted hot dog
You put it in a haunted hot dog bun
And you put it on a haunted hot dog grill
And you grill it for 666 seconds
But be careful
'Cause you don’t want it too haunted
Then it’s overcooked
And no one wants an overcooked haunted hot dog
Trust me (Trust me, trust me…)

[Chorus: disco filter wide open, gospel-funk energy, vocoder harmonies hit full lift-off]
Now
When you look at me
You know what you see?
A haunted hot dog
When I look at you
I know what I see
It’s a haunted hot dog
Now
When you look at me
You know what you see?
A haunted hot dog
When I look at you
I know what I see
It’s a haunted hot dog

[Outro: deep filtered fade-out, synth arpeggios looping, whispered vocoder ad-libs]
(Freaky… freaky… freaky hot dog)
(Spooky snack attack)
(Grill it till it bites back…)

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[Intro: pulsing vocoder funk groove, filtered four-on-the-floor beat, squelchy synth bass rising] (Yeah) Funky ghosts in the kitchen tonight Turn up the freak [Verse: French house bounce, filtered disco loops, talkbox vocals trading with robotic harmonies] If you like to get freaky (uh) If you like to get freaky (yeah) Now (woo!) If you like to get freaky, baby And you like to get down (get down) Now I got somethin' for you (come on) You see It ain't what you think (no) It ain't a person (nah) It ain't an animal (nah) It's a haunted hot dog (say what?) [Pre-Chorus: electro-funk tension build, phasing synth pads swirl, bass filter sweeps open] (It’s alive) It’s sizzling in the night Them fingers on the fryer light Steam rise, spirits high You hungry or terrified? [Chorus: robot rock groove with layered vocoders, stuttered disco clap, filtered soul vocals rising] Now When you look at me You know what you see? A haunted hot dog (hot dog!) When I look at you I know what I see It’s a haunted hot dog (Spooky snack!) Now When you look at me You know what you see? A haunted hot dog (oh yeah) When I look at you I know what I see It’s a haunted hot dog [Bridge: acid groove breakdown, synths gurgle like mustard ghosts, crowd chant filtered through vocoder] (Grill it, grill it) For six-six-six seconds (Flip it, flip it) The beat resurrected (Don’t burn it, don’t burn it) The spirits detected (No one wants it) Overcooked and rejected! [Verse 2: synth-pop groove, funk guitar scratches, robot-human duet] Now When you get a haunted hot dog (haunted!) You gotta know how to cook it You gotta do it real right (real right) You gotta do it like this (like this) Look— You take the haunted hot dog You put it in a haunted hot dog bun And you put it on a haunted hot dog grill And you grill it for 666 seconds But be careful 'Cause you don’t want it too haunted Then it’s overcooked And no one wants an overcooked haunted hot dog Trust me (Trust me, trust me…) [Chorus: disco filter wide open, gospel-funk energy, vocoder harmonies hit full lift-off] Now When you look at me You know what you see? A haunted hot dog When I look at you I know what I see It’s a haunted hot dog Now When you look at me You know what you see? A haunted hot dog When I look at you I know what I see It’s a haunted hot dog [Outro: deep filtered fade-out, synth arpeggios looping, whispered vocoder ad-libs] (Freaky… freaky… freaky hot dog) (Spooky snack attack) (Grill it till it bites back…)

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