🎸 “GET OUTTA MY FUNK (BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS)” poppy punk • 165–175 bpm • bratty vocals • big gang‑chorus 🎤 INTRO (spoken, sarcastic) “Ugh… I woke up feeling like a thrift‑store version of myself again. Alright, brain — square up.” 🎶 VERSE 1 I rolled outta bed like a dropped burrito, Hair lookin’ like a punk‑rock tornado. Coffee machine said nope, it died, So I yelled at the toaster like it ruined my life. My scooter wouldn’t start, my playlist froze, My favorite ripped jeans ripped way too close. I’m stompin’ around like a budget Godzilla, Feelin’ like a sad lil’ punk‑rock gorilla. 🔥 PRE‑CHORUS But I ain’t gonna sit here sulkin’, I need a dumb idea to jolt me. Something tiny, something stupid — Yeah, that’s how punk kids do it. 🎵 CHORUS (big, poppy, shout‑along) I’m in a funk — So I’m doin’ dumb stuff till it gives up. Gonna blast my songs till the neighbors move, Gonna dance like an idiot in my own room. I’m in a funk — But I’m fightin’ back with petty junk. Yeah, I’ll break the script with a tiny stunt, ’Cause that’s what a punk does when he’s stuck in a funk! 🎶 VERSE 2 I tried meditation — fell asleep. Tried journaling — wrote “life’s dumb, I’m cheap.” Tried goin’ outside — sun slapped my face, So I flipped it off like “back up, space.” I rearranged my room like a teenage riot, Put my amp on the fridge just to “try it.” Ate cold pizza at 9 AM, Felt my soul reboot like “hell yeah, friend.” 🔥 PRE‑CHORUS I don’t need deep thoughts or wisdom, Just a tiny act of punk‑rock mischief. One small spark and I’m revived — Yeah, that’s how punks survive. 🎵 CHORUS (bigger, louder) I’m in a funk — So I’m doin’ dumb stuff till it gives up. Gonna wear sunglasses in the shower, Gonna scream my name like I’ve got power. I’m in a funk — But I’m breakin’ out with goofy junk. Yeah, I’ll shake my brain till it finally jumps, ’Cause that’s what a punk does when he’s stuck in a funk! ⚡ BRIDGE (catchy, melodic, funny) I’ll dye one streak of hair neon green, I’ll skateboard past the Dairy Queen. I’ll write a hate‑note to my laundry pile, Then kiss my own reflection like “damn, I’m wild.” I’ll text my band: “I’m emotionally dumb,” They’ll text back: “same, dude — want some rum?” We’ll meet in the alley with a Bluetooth speaker, And scream bad harmonies till we feel better. 🎤 BREAKDOWN (spoken, gang vocals behind you) “Look — life gets weird. Brains get stuck. But punks don’t quit — we just do something stupid until the stupid works.” 🎵 FINAL CHORUS (anthemic, all‑in) I’m in a funk — But I’m climbin’ out with punk‑rock luck. Gonna stomp the ground like it owes me rent, Gonna laugh at life till the sadness bends. I’m in a funk — But I’m breakin’ free with joyful junk. Yeah, I’ll flip off the sky and shout “I’m enough!” ’Cause that’s what a punk does when he’s stuck in a funk! HEY! HEY! HEY! FUNK, GET LOST!
