Pretty Country for a City Guy

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(Surf‑punk drum hit → {yee‑hoo!})

[VERSE 1 – Male Lead + Female Shadow Harmony]
[M] He bought a lift kit for his midnight ride,
[F – soft shadow] (midnight ride… ohh‑ohh…)
[M] Now the neighbors call it “Porsche‑zilla” on the east‑side.
[F – airy harmony] (east‑side… ahh‑yeah…)

[M] He slapped a big “3” on the door like a NASCAR fan,
[F – breathy echo] (NASCAR… fan…)
[M] But he’s Googlin’ “what’s a tailgate?” like a city man.
[F – soft ad‑lib] {mmm‑ooh…}

[M] He saw a puddle by the curb and shouted “Yee‑haw!”
[G – shout] YEE‑HAW!  
[M] Hit the gas, hit the brakes, now he’s breakin’ the law.
[F – echo] (breakin’ the law…)
[M] He’s throwin’ rooster tails of Starbucks mud,
[F – airy pad] (ooh‑ahh‑ohh…)
[M] While his brand‑new boots avoid a single speck of crud.
[F – ad‑lib] {hah‑ahh…}

[CHORUS – Male Lead + Female Echo + Gang Shouts + Overlaps]
[G – Shout] Give it to me, Bubba! (Aha! Aha!)
[F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy!

[M] He’s got the hat, he’s got the boots,
[F – echo] (boots… boots…)
[M] He’s diggin’ up his plastic roots!
[F – harmony] (ahh‑ohh‑yeah…)

[M] He’s “boggin’” in a pothole like he’s tearin’ up a field,
[F – echo] (tearin’ up a field…)
[G – shout] LET’S GO!  
[M] Burnin’ diesel‑scented candles like a country force‑field.
[F – ad‑lib] {ooh‑ooh… ahh‑ahh…}

[M] He’s tryin’, he’s cryin’, he’s livin’ the lie—
[F – overlap] (livin’ the lie… ohh‑yeah…)
[G] He’s pretty country for a city guy!

[VERSE 2 – Male Lead + Female Counter‑Melody]
[M] He rolled up early for the line‑dance class,
[F – counter‑melody] (line‑dance… line‑dance… ohh…)
[M] In board shorts, Vans, and a VIP pass.
[F – echo] (VIP pass…)

[M] The fiddle kicked in, the tempo got mean,
[F – airy pad] (ahh‑ohh‑ahh…)
[M] He surfed the hardwood floor like a wipeout scene.
[F – ad‑lib] {yeah‑ahh…}

[M] Then he sat with the crew at the old barn bar,
[F – echo] (barn bar…)
[M] Jim bragged about torque on his brand‑new car.
[F – harmony] (mmm‑ohh…)
[M] But under the table, Jim’s wife brushed his knee—
[F – whisper ad‑lib] {hey…}
[M] Now he’s sweatin’ through his shirt like sweet iced tea.
[F – echo] (iced tea…)

[FEMALE RAP BREAKDOWN – With Ad‑Lib Pack + Male Hype]
(808s + banjo + {hah!} {yeah!})

[Female Rap Breakdown]
(Fast, punchy, 143 BPM)
Look at this boy / in the plaid / and the neon
Tryna act / like a star / he can be one!
He’s a high-rise / hick / with a shiny / bed
But he’s never / even / hauled / a loaf of bread!
He says “fixin’ to” / stop / you’re a poser
The closer / you get / well, the joke / is over!
But ooh, those board shorts / yeah / they’re cute
Better than / a cowboy / in a birthday / suit!
Hey Jim / keep talkin’ / ‘bout your irrigation
‘Cause your city / boy / friend / is a whole / vibration!
He’s a checkered-Vans / outlaw / surfing / the mud
A Blue / Moon / brain / with a Bud / Light / blood!

[M – Internal] “Keep it cool… keep it cool… oh no, she’s lookin’ at my Vans…”
[F – overlapping whisper] (lookin’ at your Vans…)

[DRUM FILL - 143 BPM SNAP]
(Banjo and Surf Guitar hit a massive unison chord)

[FINAL VERSE]
[M] He’s doin’ the kick, he’s doin’ the slide,
[F – harmony] (kick… slide… ohh‑ohh…)
[M] In a Rusty tee with nowhere to hide!
[M] He’s a surfboard legend in a sea of cows,
[F – shouted] (Wipe their brows!)
[M] Making all the farm boys wipe their brows!
[M] If it hadn’t been for Cotton Eye Joe...
[F – shouted] (Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho!)
[M] He’d have stayed in the city where the lattes flow!

[FINAL CHORUS – Full Stack + Overlaps + Gang Shouts]
[G – Shout] Give it to me, Bubba! (Aha! Aha!)
[F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy!

[M] He’s got the hat, he’s got the boots,
[F – echo] (boots… boots…)
[M] He’s diggin’ up his plastic roots!
[F – harmony] (ahh‑ohh‑yeah…)

[M] He’s “boggin’” in a pothole like he’s doin’ it right,
[F – echo] (doin’ it right…)
[G – shout] TURN IT UP!  
[M] Burnin’ diesel every night.
[F – ad‑lib] {ooh‑ooh… ahh‑ahh…}

[M] He’s tryin’, he’s cryin’, he’s livin’ the lie—
[F – overlap] (livin’ the lie…)
[G] He’s pretty country for a city guy!

[OUTRO – Spoken + Ad‑Libs]
(Music fades to just a heavy, distorted bass thud, surf punk vibe)
[M] “[huff]… Is this… [gasp]… real mud? Or just… wet… [huff]… dirt?
[M] all I need is some waves- beach sand- sunblock squirt
[F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy!
[F] (Aha! Aha!)
[F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy!
[F] (Aha! Aha!)
[F – echo] pretty country for a city guy!
[F – echo] (Aha! Aha!)

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[INTRO - 143 BPM] [M] “Check out the clearance on the Porsche, y’all… she’s basically a monster truck now.” [M – Spoken – Jim] “Buddy, you’re about as country as a tofu burger.” [M – Spoken] “Watch this… Hold my beer... I’m fixin’ to… do something… rural.” (Surf‑punk drum hit → {yee‑hoo!}) [VERSE 1 – Male Lead + Female Shadow Harmony] [M] He bought a lift kit for his midnight ride, [F – soft shadow] (midnight ride… ohh‑ohh…) [M] Now the neighbors call it “Porsche‑zilla” on the east‑side. [F – airy harmony] (east‑side… ahh‑yeah…) [M] He slapped a big “3” on the door like a NASCAR fan, [F – breathy echo] (NASCAR… fan…) [M] But he’s Googlin’ “what’s a tailgate?” like a city man. [F – soft ad‑lib] {mmm‑ooh…} [M] He saw a puddle by the curb and shouted “Yee‑haw!” [G – shout] YEE‑HAW! [M] Hit the gas, hit the brakes, now he’s breakin’ the law. [F – echo] (breakin’ the law…) [M] He’s throwin’ rooster tails of Starbucks mud, [F – airy pad] (ooh‑ahh‑ohh…) [M] While his brand‑new boots avoid a single speck of crud. [F – ad‑lib] {hah‑ahh…} [CHORUS – Male Lead + Female Echo + Gang Shouts + Overlaps] [G – Shout] Give it to me, Bubba! (Aha! Aha!) [F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy! [M] He’s got the hat, he’s got the boots, [F – echo] (boots… boots…) [M] He’s diggin’ up his plastic roots! [F – harmony] (ahh‑ohh‑yeah…) [M] He’s “boggin’” in a pothole like he’s tearin’ up a field, [F – echo] (tearin’ up a field…) [G – shout] LET’S GO! [M] Burnin’ diesel‑scented candles like a country force‑field. [F – ad‑lib] {ooh‑ooh… ahh‑ahh…} [M] He’s tryin’, he’s cryin’, he’s livin’ the lie— [F – overlap] (livin’ the lie… ohh‑yeah…) [G] He’s pretty country for a city guy! [VERSE 2 – Male Lead + Female Counter‑Melody] [M] He rolled up early for the line‑dance class, [F – counter‑melody] (line‑dance… line‑dance… ohh…) [M] In board shorts, Vans, and a VIP pass. [F – echo] (VIP pass…) [M] The fiddle kicked in, the tempo got mean, [F – airy pad] (ahh‑ohh‑ahh…) [M] He surfed the hardwood floor like a wipeout scene. [F – ad‑lib] {yeah‑ahh…} [M] Then he sat with the crew at the old barn bar, [F – echo] (barn bar…) [M] Jim bragged about torque on his brand‑new car. [F – harmony] (mmm‑ohh…) [M] But under the table, Jim’s wife brushed his knee— [F – whisper ad‑lib] {hey…} [M] Now he’s sweatin’ through his shirt like sweet iced tea. [F – echo] (iced tea…) [FEMALE RAP BREAKDOWN – With Ad‑Lib Pack + Male Hype] (808s + banjo + {hah!} {yeah!}) [Female Rap Breakdown] (Fast, punchy, 143 BPM) Look at this boy / in the plaid / and the neon Tryna act / like a star / he can be one! He’s a high-rise / hick / with a shiny / bed But he’s never / even / hauled / a loaf of bread! He says “fixin’ to” / stop / you’re a poser The closer / you get / well, the joke / is over! But ooh, those board shorts / yeah / they’re cute Better than / a cowboy / in a birthday / suit! Hey Jim / keep talkin’ / ‘bout your irrigation ‘Cause your city / boy / friend / is a whole / vibration! He’s a checkered-Vans / outlaw / surfing / the mud A Blue / Moon / brain / with a Bud / Light / blood! [M – Internal] “Keep it cool… keep it cool… oh no, she’s lookin’ at my Vans…” [F – overlapping whisper] (lookin’ at your Vans…) [DRUM FILL - 143 BPM SNAP] (Banjo and Surf Guitar hit a massive unison chord) [FINAL VERSE] [M] He’s doin’ the kick, he’s doin’ the slide, [F – harmony] (kick… slide… ohh‑ohh…) [M] In a Rusty tee with nowhere to hide! [M] He’s a surfboard legend in a sea of cows, [F – shouted] (Wipe their brows!) [M] Making all the farm boys wipe their brows! [M] If it hadn’t been for Cotton Eye Joe... [F – shouted] (Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho!) [M] He’d have stayed in the city where the lattes flow! [FINAL CHORUS – Full Stack + Overlaps + Gang Shouts] [G – Shout] Give it to me, Bubba! (Aha! Aha!) [F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy! [M] He’s got the hat, he’s got the boots, [F – echo] (boots… boots…) [M] He’s diggin’ up his plastic roots! [F – harmony] (ahh‑ohh‑yeah…) [M] He’s “boggin’” in a pothole like he’s doin’ it right, [F – echo] (doin’ it right…) [G – shout] TURN IT UP! [M] Burnin’ diesel every night. [F – ad‑lib] {ooh‑ooh… ahh‑ahh…} [M] He’s tryin’, he’s cryin’, he’s livin’ the lie— [F – overlap] (livin’ the lie…) [G] He’s pretty country for a city guy! [OUTRO – Spoken + Ad‑Libs] (Music fades to just a heavy, distorted bass thud, surf punk vibe) [M] “[huff]… Is this… [gasp]… real mud? Or just… wet… [huff]… dirt? [M] all I need is some waves- beach sand- sunblock squirt [F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy! [F] (Aha! Aha!) [F – echo] pretty country… (pretty country…) for a city guy! [F] (Aha! Aha!) [F – echo] pretty country for a city guy! [F – echo] (Aha! Aha!)

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