(Intro) (A sunny mid-tempo 2000s R&B-hip-hop beat starts, accompanied by bird chirping sounds and a bright acoustic guitar lick) Thunderteen Trio, going loco! Yeah, uh-huh... Saturday morning, the sun is shining! Everybody got their own weekend plan, right? Video games? Fancy dinners? Nah, listen to the T3 crew! Drop the beat! (Verse 1) Friday bell rings, everybody hits the street Talking 'bout the plans that they think can't be beat My brother locks his room, staring at the screen Mashing up the buttons on his gaming machine He says that level ten is the best place to be Chasing digital points on a flat TV Then my cousins go to town for a fancy dinner plate Waiting forty-five minutes just to sit and wait Stuck inside a booth, paying thirty-five bucks Eating tiny little steaks while the engine trucks Nah, that ain't the move, that ain't how we roll We got a better vision for the teenage soul! (Chorus) Some choose the games, some sit in restaurants Some hide in libraries, reading what they want But when Saturday comes, we know the real trick Nothing beats the vibe of The Coolest Picnic! Spread the red blanket out on the green grass Sipping lemonade from a retro plastic glass Forget the stuffy rooms and the screens on the wall A picnic with the girls is the greatest of all! (Verse 2) Now our classmates say, "Go and study all day!" At the local library reading books on display Shh, keep it quiet, you can't even make a sound Whispering around when nobody is around Why would you lock yourself inside of four walls When the breeze in the park is what really calls? We packed up the wicker basket full of sweet treats Cookies, sandwiches, and strawberries to eat Fresh air, blue skies, laughing with the crew Telling all our funny jokes underneath the view! (Chorus) Some choose the games, some sit in restaurants Some hide in libraries, reading what they want But when Saturday comes, we know the real trick Nothing beats the vibe of The Coolest Picnic! Spread the red blanket out on the green grass Sipping lemonade from a retro plastic glass Forget the stuffy rooms and the screens on the wall A picnic with the girls is the greatest of all! (Verse 3) Look around the meadow, see the flowers in bloom No video lag, no dark dusty room No waiters rushing by with a bill to sign Just thirty-six tracks on the stereo line We kick off our sneakers, lay back on the ground Making up harmonies to the sweetest sound You can have your controllers, your menus, your quiet The Thunderteen picnic is an outdoor riot It's pure relaxation, it's totally free The absolute top of the weekend degree! (Chorus) Some choose the games, some sit in restaurants Some hide in libraries, reading what they want But when Saturday comes, we know the real trick Nothing beats the vibe of The Coolest Picnic! Spread the red blanket out on the green grass Sipping lemonade from a retro plastic glass Forget the stuffy rooms and the screens on the wall A picnic with the girls is the greatest of all! (Bridge) (Beat strips back to handclaps and a rhythmic bassline) Game over? (No way!) Check, please? (Not today!) Quiet in the hall? (We wanna shout and play!) Throw the frisbee high, let the radio play This is how three best friends own the day! Red blanket, sunshine, sweet summer tune Chilling out together all afternoon! (Outro) (Acoustic guitar strums softly as the beat fades) Yeah! Pack the basket, grab your sunglasses! Best weekend ever, hands down! Thunderteen Trio... we out! Going loco in the park! See ya next Saturday! Gentle wind sound and guitar fade out
