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[Genre: Alt-pop rock / Musical satire]
[Vibes: Guillotines, gold, and snacks]
[Runtime: Approx. 2–3 minutes]


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🏰 {Intro – spoken, dramatic piano}

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[Spoken – deadpan]
So… the people are starving.
The treasury is empty.
The bread riots are popping off.
And this man is like:

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“Anyway, I’m throwing a ball.”
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🎭 {Verse 1 – sarcastic bounce}

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Louis was a putz, but maybe not by choice,
Born into bling, never really had a voice.
Couldn’t bang his wife, took years to begin,
Even the royal docs were like, “Try puttin’ it in?” (Just a thought.)

Three estates met, peasants got denied,
Nobles dancin’ while the grain supply died.
They begged and they pleaded, but the king said, “Nah.”
Then hosted a masquerade with foie gras.
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🗡️ {Pre-Chorus – rising tension}

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You hear the chants in the street? That ain’t a parade—
That’s the sound of hunger. And the guillotine’s blade.
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💃 {Chorus – sarcastic & catchy}

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🎤 Anyway—I’m throwing a ball!
Ignore the cries, raise your glass in the hall.
Let them eat bass, let them feed pigs cake—
The vibe is divine while the country breaks.

🎤 Anyway—I’m throwing a ball!
You locked the doors, but we stormed the wall.
Could’ve had reform, but you doubled down—
Now you’re just history, headless and crowned.
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🧳 {Bridge – The Not-So-Great Escape™}

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They tried to flee in cover of night—
But they didn’t exactly travel light.
Monogrammed luggage, royal crests…
Didn’t think they’d be noticed by peasants?!

🎤 “It’s fine, don’t worry, honey…”
Bruh. You forgot your face was on the money.
Dragging half Versailles in a velvet-lined van,
Then shocked when a postmaster said:
“Yo… I know that man.”

(Deeter’: “Mrow. You’re literally on the coin.”)
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🍞🐾 {Final Verse – “Pastry Justice”}

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Deeter’ scratched up a chair worth more than a farm,
Knocked down a bust with aristocratic charm.
We raided the pantry, filled bags with bread—
Chucked croissants at the crowd, hit a duke in the head.

Snuck silver forks into peasant hands,
Flipped the cheese wheel, toppled the flan.
He didn’t lead armies, just made a mess…
And somehow still sparked the revolution’s success.
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🥖🔥 {Final Chorus – Food-Liberation Edition}

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🎤 Anyway—we're stormin’ it all!
The pantry’s cleared, and the bread’s in the thrall.
Deeter’’s on a shelf, knockin’ sugar down,
While we pass out cake in a starving town.

🎤 Anyway—we sharpened the blade!
But we sweetened the deal with marmalade.
History’s messy, but we took our shot…
And fed the people from the palace pot.
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🎩 {Outro – soft piano, judgmental energy}

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[Spoken – exhausted but smug]
Next time your people are starving...
Maybe don’t monogram your escape bags.

(Deeter’: “And maybe don’t piss off the cat.”)
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