Banjo Blaster

Lyrics

[Intro] Gather close, the square is stone, Two bears march where drums have grown. Kuma grips the banjo tight, Sunny grins—let sparks take flight. [Verse 1] The villagers have raised their stage, Boot heels stamping, proud with rage. Fiddles flash and voices rise, They call the bears to prove their size. [Pre-Chorus] One song for the old road, One song for the flame, When the last note shakes the rafters, Who will own the name? [Chorus] Banjo Blaster! Let the whole square roar, Kuma and Sunny bring the thunder to the floor! Villagers strike back, their chorus fierce and bright, Song against song till the winner claims the night! Banjo Blaster! Raise the banner high— Who can make the mountain answer when the strings run wild? [Verse 2] The village fiddler cuts the air, A hundred hands clap everywhere. Their pipes wheel fast, their drums reply, The bears lean in and meet the cry. [Pre-Chorus] Kuma turns the low strings, Sunny counts them in, Now the two sides trade their melodies— Let the contest begin! [Chorus] Banjo Blaster! Let the whole square roar, Kuma and Sunny bring the thunder to the floor! Villagers strike back, their chorus fierce and bright, Song against song till the winner claims the night! Banjo Blaster! Raise the banner high— Who can make the mountain answer when the strings run wild? [Bridge] Round one—the villagers, sharp as winter rain! Round two—the bears come rumbling back again! Hands up, feet down, every voice in flight, No one yields the rhythm, no one leaves the fight! [Instrumental Break: banjo and fiddle duel over pounding hard-bass techno and metal guitars] [Final Chorus] Banjo Blaster! Let the whole square roar, Kuma and Sunny bring the thunder to the floor! Villagers strike back, their chorus fierce and bright, Song against song till the winner claims the night! Banjo Blaster! Hear the final chord ring— The square decides together: all of them can sing! [Outro] Kuma, Sunny, villagers shoulder to shoulder, The last refrain rolls over the hills like thunder. No crown can hold what the whole town made— Banjo Blasters, every voice in the glade!