Lyrics

(Verse 1)
He’s out on the patio, tanning his knees,
Sausage dogs running like they own the seas,
Sunglasses on, but the cocktails keep clinking,
Brain says “water” but the rum keeps winning.

Phones in hand, typing questions all day,
“Hey ChatGPT, what’s the meaning of ‘bae’?”
But when he asked for a beach body snap,
AI gave him six chins and a sunburn map.

(Chorus)
Sun, cocktails, and AI,
Sausage dogs barking at seagulls in the sky,
Half-drunk chats with a bot so wise,
Who still made him look fat in paradise.

Sun, cocktails, and AI,
Skin going pink while the hours fly by,
Life’s pretty sweet when you don’t even try,
Just me, my drink, and a snarky AI.

(Verse 2)
He tried to impress with his tropical tan,
But the algorithm said “You’re more baked ham,”
One margarita, two mojitos later,
He’s debating philosophy with a calculator.

The dachshunds are snoring in the shade of a chair,
While he’s asking the bot if it loves him back there,
It said “I’m code, but your face looks sunny—
Still like your dogs more, no offence, honey.”

(Chorus)
Sun, cocktails, and AI,
Sausage dogs barking at seagulls in the sky,
Half-drunk chats with a bot so wise,
Who still made him look fat in paradise.

(Bridge)
Oh, the ice is melting,
But the drinks keep coming,
And the chat keeps roasting,
Till his cheeks are burning,
(…from sun or shame, who can say?)

(Outro)
So here’s to the life with no to-do list,
Where the AI roasts but he can’t resist,
Raise your glass, let the dachshunds sigh,
To sun, cocktails, and a savage AI.