Funky Town Never Closes

[Intro]
Pull up to the curb like
"Who touched my thermostat?" (too hot!)
Grandma in the doorway
Doing splits in a bucket hat (what?!)
[Verse 1]
Early in the morning
Toes already tap tap tappin'
Neighbor in his bathrobe
Moonwalks out like
"What is happenin'?"
Kids on the school bus
Turn the aisle to a conga line
Teacher takes attendance
"Present
Dancing
Feeling fine"
[Pre-Chorus]
From the front porch
To the back fence
Every driveway
Turned to nonsense
From the mailman
To the cleanup crew
Everybody got a groove
Everybody got a move
[Chorus]
Welcome to Funky Town
We don't sit down
From beginning to the end
We just jump around
Making hits by accident
Chips on the ground
We won't stop
Won't stop
This is Funky Town
Welcome to Funky Town
Bring that crown
We high-five mirrors just to hype ourselves now
Having fun
Cracking up at our own sound
We won't stop
Won't stop
This is Funky Town
[Verse 2]
Cousin in the kitchen
Burnt toast doing smoke machine
Mom stirring pasta
Like a DJ on the scene (wikki-wikki)
Dog in a tutu
Spin move
Drops it low
Cat on the counter
Judging everybody's show
[Pre-Chorus]
From the fridge light
To the big screen
Every hallway
Is a dance scene
From the couch kings
To the shower crew
Everybody off-beat
Still feeling on cue
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
We don't need a reason
Just a squeaky shoe
That squeak go "EEK"
We go "AYE" on cue
We hype ourselves up
In the bathroom mirror
"Who the coolest in the room?"
"...Me" (and I cheer)
Spin in the cereal aisle
Strike a pose by the frozen peas
Security cam catching
All this budget choreography
Grandpa with the dentures
In a solo breakdance spin
He forgets why he’s spinning
Shrugs
Then spins again
[Chorus]
[Breakdown]
Left sock
Right sock
Lose one
TikTok
Trip
Slip
Belly flop
Still yelling
"We on top!"
Laugh till we snort-air
Bad hair
Don’t care
Selfies
Forty angles
Still the same face
Yeah
[Chant]
Hey hey
Funky Town
Touch the floor
Jump back up now
Hey hey
Round and round
High-five yourself
You’re famous now
Hey hey
Funky Town
Drop that snack
Still get down
Hey hey
Don’t calm down
We the clowns of this whole town
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Streetlights flicker
DJ chicken goes "bawk"
We still doing cartwheels
All the way down the block
From the first loud "AYE"
To the last dumb sound
We were jumping
Making hits
Living life in Funky Town

Hyper-funky pop with rubbery slap bass, chicken-scratch guitar, and bright talkbox leads. Male vocals, half-sung half-spoken with goofy ad-libs. Verses stay tight and bouncy, pre-chorus rides a climbing bass walk-up, chorus explodes with gang shouts and claps. Middle breakdown gets absurd with call-and-response chants, then a big final chorus stack and quick stop-ending., funky