It's Goobing Time

[Intro] (Instrumental: Funky bassline, shimmering synths, and a splash of high-hats) [Verse 1] Slide into the groove, the sun’s set bright, Waves of rhythm crashin’ under the light, Flip-flop shuffle on the poolside b**t, We’re going where the people eat raw meet. [Pre-Chorus] Lather up the funk, let the jets propel, Life’s a lazy river—ride it well, Don’tcha stall, just cannonball, ‘Cause when the lights drop, we’re Goob bing all night long! [Chorus] It’s goob bing time! (Goob bing time!) Make a wave, spin that disco rhyme, Cannonball into the b**t, feel it in your feet, River of disco heat—we’re never gonna retreat! [Verse 2] Tidal wave of funk, we’re surfing the drop, Conga line is never gonna stop, Lifeguard's think, think somebody just died, Never mind. The Goob Bing must reside. [Chorus] It’s goob bing time! (Goob bing time!) Make a wave, spin that disco rhyme, Cannonball into the b**t, feel it in your feet, River of disco heat—we’re never gonna retreat! [Bridge] (Whistle riff) Drain the doubt, let the good times flow, Brain eating amee beats in the afterglow, Hydrate the soul with a Lagoon slide, We’re doing the backstroke into the tide! [Chorus] It’s goob bing time! (Goob bing time!) Make a wave, spin that disco rhyme, Cannonball into the b**t, feel it in your feet, River of disco heat—we’re never gonna retreat! [Outro] (Instrumental fade: Bubbling synths, fading guitar licks, and a final splash)