[Intro] Count it, flash it—yeah, you stack that cash. I sold my soul to the devil and the boogie—now watch me slash. [Hook] “Does that make you happy?”—not me, man, I’m laughing; Boogie shakes my bones, keeps the graveyard clapping. Rubber-band riches? I’ll trade that in gladly— for slap on the upright, kick hitting madly. [Verse 1] You brag bands on bands; I’ve got blisters on strings, plywood bass thunder and rattlesnake rings. Started from nothing? Same—just amp hum and scars; I tuned my blues to midnight and danced with the cars. [Hook] “Does that make you happy?”—nah, that’s just static; Boogie is a habit, feral and fanatic. Count all your paper; I’ll count off the beat— give me crash, twang, thump till coffins grow feet. [Verse 2] No idols, no big homies—altar’s a kick drum; I’d die for the downbeat, I’d bleed for the strum. You flex for the timeline, I howl for the pit; moonlight on a Gretsch and a cigarette lit. [Hook] “Does that make you happy?”—I’m past merely happy; Boogie owns my soul and it never pays tax, see. Money, respect? Keep the trophies you hoard— I want more slap bass, more drums, more chords. [Bridge] You post up fortune, I post up a riff; your envelope’s heavy, my tremolo’s swift. If envy is lurking, let the shadows get fed— I duel alligators in the mosh of the dead. [Final Hook / Outro] “Does that make you happy?”—boogie makes me living. Devil stamped my ticket and the groove kept giving. Gold can stay sleeping; fame can go missing— bring me that slap, that kit, that guitar—no intermission.
