Here’s a punk rock follow up to my earlier hit (lol), “Pack Rat Anthem.” Generated using Suno and ChatGPT.

[Verse]
Morning chaos shoes in the hall
Food on the table splatters on the wall
Trash cans overflowing like a damn waterfall
Dad’s on the move gotta answer the call

[Verse 2]
Laundry mountain growing socks everywhere
Dust bunnies dancing loop in the air
Sticky counters and a squeaky chair
Dad with the mop doesn’t seem fair

[Chorus]
Clean machine never stops never slows
House a battlefield as the mess it grows
Clean machine keeps rocking on his toes
Fighting dirt war with fevered blows

[Verse 3]
Vacuum roars like a jet on the floor
Cleaning up spills putting toys in the drawer
Scrubbing the toilet while his back gets sore
Dad’s day off ain’t ever a bore

[Bridge]
Calm for a moment till the chaos returns
Dirt and grime another lesson he learns
Wishing for a break as his tired arm burns
House in order patience he earns

[Chorus]
Clean machine never stops never slows
House a battlefield as the mess it grows
Clean machine keeps rocking on his toes
Fighting dirt war with fevered blows

Why do we have so much… shit? It’s endless cleaning!

I think this anthem perfectly sums it up. I generated it with Suno, lyrics were a back and forth a bunch with ChatGPT and then cleaned up. I think it’s one of the greatest things I’ve ever generated using AI.

[Verse 1]
So much fucking shit!
We have so much fucking shit!
So much shit, so much shit,
So much fucking shit!

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is in this box?
Holy shit, it’s thirty locks!
Where the hell are all the keys?
Fuck me, here’s more DVDs!

[Chorus]
So much fucking shit!
We have so much fucking shit!
Fuck this crap, fuck this mess,
Fuck this shit, it’s endless stress!

[Verse 3]
Why the fuck do we keep old phones?
And chargers that don’t match their homes?
A bag of buttons? What the fuck?
More fucking tools I’ll never touch!

[Bridge]
Fuck me, it’s a treadmill!
Fuck that, it’s broken still!
Fuck this stash of souvenir mugs,
Fuck these drawers filled with dead-ass bugs!

[Verse 4]
What the fuck’s with all these socks?
No pairs, just lone-footed flops!
This one’s striped, that one’s plaid,
Fuck it all, I’m going mad!

[Chorus]
So much fucking shit!
We have so much fucking shit!
Can’t find my ass, can’t find my feet,
This fucking mess just can’t be beat!

[Verse 5]
Fuck this shit, it’s all too much,
Look, more goddamn plastic cups!
Random-ass cords and mystery crap,
And fuck my life, another goddamn hat!

[Solo]

[Bridge]

So here’s the plan: burn it all!
Fuck the junk, both big and small!
But deep down I fucking know,
We’ll just buy more and start a new shit show!

[Outro]
So here’s the plan: burn it all!
Fuck the junk, both big and small!
But deep down I fucking know,
We’ll just buy more and start a new shit show!

Generated using Suno. It’s a song about literally nothing.

[Verse]
Bubblegum clocks in a whispering cheese,
Toadstool hats on a moonbeam sneeze.
Dancing with penguins in a lava lamp,
Riding a narwhal through a postage stamp.

[Chorus]
Wobble-dee, doobly-doo,
Zigzag, zippity-zoo!
Nonsense in a polka dot stew,
Flimsy-flam, kazoo-kaboo!

[Verse]
Pirate platypus in a fizzy bubble bath,
Jellybean rainbows on a trombone’s path.
Hopscotch whirlwinds in a pickle jar,
Banana-split zebras drive a chocolate car.

[Chorus]
Wobble-dee, doobly-doo,
Zigzag, zippity-zoo!
Nonsense in a polka dot stew,
Flimsy-flam, kazoo-kaboo!

[Bridge]
Zebra xylophones in a cotton candy wish,
Marshmallow snorkels on a gravy dish.
Frogs in capes sing a lullaby tune,
Flying fish dance with a silver spoon.

[Chorus]
Wobble-dee, doobly-doo,
Zigzag, zippity-zoo!
Nonsense in a polka dot stew,
Flimsy-flam, kazoo-kaboo!

[Outro]
Chocolate umbrellas in a neon shoe,
Rainbow spaghetti in a kangaroo’s view.
Upside-down giggles in a glittery band,
Join the parade in our wacky land!

Generated using Suno.

[Verse]
Testing in production (oh yeah)
That is how we roll (whoa)
Testing in production
using my flawless code

[Bridge]
Why should I write tests (what?)
My code is never a mess (oh no)
Did I just rhyme,
Tests and a mess (yeah he did)

[Chorus]
It’s Friday afternoon.
It’s time to deploy my code. (whoa yeah)
The weekend is almost here.
It’s time to deploy my code. (watch out)

[Verse]
It’s Friday afternoon.
I don’t have anything to fear
It’s time to deploy my code.
The weekend is almost here.