AI definitely has its uses!
**Hot-Tub Lover (to the tune of “Part-Time Lover”)**
*Verse 1*
Tim Buck’s got a six-string dream,
But he borrows every amp he’s seen,
Late-night jams, no cash in hand,
Plays that Strat—but it’s his friend’s band.
Hot-tub bubbles, neon light,
He’s strumming chords all through the night,
No pedalboard, no new guitar,
Still he sounds like a rockin’ star.
*Chorus*
He’s a hot-tub lover,
Steam and reverb under cover,
Never buys no gear, but oh brother,
He’s a hot-tub lover.
*Verse 2*
Craigslist calls, he lets them ring,
Says, “Why buy stuff when friends can bring?”
He’s got tone, but none his own,
Still he makes the crowd all moan.
Hot-tub glow, he starts to play,
Makes you feel that Marvin sway,
From borrowed strings to borrowed mic,
Tim Buck’s sound is outta sight.
*Chorus*
He’s a hot-tub lover,
Steam and rhythm rolled together,
Never bought equipment—ever,
Still the best you’ll discover.
*Bridge*
Rubber ducky, champagne fizz,
Every show’s a borrowed biz,
Yet the groove’s too good to miss,
Tim Buck’s got that bliss.
He preordered that Helix rig,
The Stadium XL—oh, it’s big,
Tracking says “shipped,” but truth be told,
He’ll cancel out before it’s sold.
*Outro*
No receipts, no gear store trips,
Just warm jets and funky licks,
Tub-side tun
es, no clutter,
Oh yeah—he’s a hot-tub lover.