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Wrong Wedding

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Whooping Dublin male lead, 160 BPM ska-punk, upstroke guitar, skanking snare and kick, trumpet and trombone blasts, thick bass, whooping Dublin vocal, shouted chorus, ‑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, ‑cowbell, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑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, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal, ‑American accent
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[Verse 1: Whooping Dublin male lead, whooping, hard on the upstroke] Rented suit and a card in my hand Cousin Fiona's wedding, I'm a family man Hotel on the quays, said Ballroom B Walked in the door and I don't know one face I see Bride in white and the groom in green Neither one of them a person I have ever seen Should have turned around, should have said goodbye But the bar was open and the band was high [Pre-Chorus: Whooping Dublin male lead, building, the horns rising] So I signed the book with a name I made up Shook every hand and I raised my cup [Chorus: Whooping Dublin male lead, shouted, horns on every stab] Wrong wedding, right night Wrong couple, right light Nobody knows me, so I'm everyone's friend Wrong wedding, right night [Verse 2: Whooping Dublin male lead, whooping, faster] Auntie in a hat like a satellite dish Asked me how I know them, I said, well, it's a long one, miss Uncle at the bar telling stories on the groom How he lost his trousers in a hotel room Bridesmaid crying cause her ex is in the hall Granny on the table doing splits by the wall I was taking notes, I was nodding along I was learning this family like the words to a song [Chorus: Whooping Dublin male lead, shouted, horns on every stab] Wrong wedding, right night Wrong couple, right light Nobody knows me, so I'm everyone's friend Wrong wedding, right night [Bridge: Whooping Dublin male lead, glass clink drop, the band cuts to the ring of the glass, then the horns blast in] Then the best man stood up, went white as a sheet Folded like a deckchair, out cold at his seat Groom's mother looking for a man in a suit Mic in my hand and the room going mute Clink, clink, clink To the happy couple [Verse 3: Whooping Dublin male lead, whooping, at full tilt with the horns] I told them about the trousers and the hotel room I told them about the bride and the night that she knew I told them about the granny, I told them about the hat Every word from the bar and they all fell flat on their backs Laughing so hard that the cake went down Bride's dad hugging me, crying like a clown Groom said who are you, I said I'm nobody, man He said you're the godfather now, that's the plan [Chorus: Whooping Dublin male lead, shouted, horns on every stab] Wrong wedding, right night Wrong couple, right light Nobody knows me, so I'm everyone's friend Wrong wedding, right night [Outro: Whooping Dublin male lead, laughing, the last horn blast rings out and fades] Fiona's in Ballroom A Ah, she'll be grand [End]