Stirrin’ Up the Pond 🐸🦆🎸🔥

Yeah, you know who it is... The Funky Duck's in the pond tonight! You see that ripple? That’s no breeze: That’s me! I came struttin’ from the cattail mist, Bass in hand, funk in my fist. The pond was calm – but not for long, I slapped that groove and flipped the song. No quiet splash, I bring the quake, Feathers flyin’ in every break. When I hit that line, just step aside— I’m the duck that stirs the tide. I’m the Funky Duck – stirrin’ up the pond! Bassline fire, groove so strong! Ripples rise with every thump, I slap that string and the whole place jumps. I just glide — I stomp and slide, With webbed feet proud and funkified. Slap like thunder, groove so mean, My rhythm cuts sharp like a laser beam. I faced down frogs in a battle of groove, Turned that pad into a funky move. Dropped one slap — BOOM — and the reeds all shook, Even the newts yelled: 'THATS THE DUCK!!!' Boom-Quack — no holdin’ back! My strings attack like a sonic smack. Swampquake groove, full-on blast, I bring the funk, I bring it fast. I’m the Funky Duck – stirrin’ up the pond! (Say my name!) -- FUNKY DUCK!!! Bassline fire, groove so strong. Ripples rise with every thump, I slap that string and the whole place jumps. I’m the Funky Duck – too fresh to fade, With funk so loud, it carves the glade. I bring the shake, I bring the sound— The pond gets wild when I come around. The pond gets wild when I come around. So if the breeze feels thick with bass, And frogs all dance like they found their place… You don’t need to guess or ask what’s up— You just got stirred by the Funky Duck.