Intro (slap bass + clean rhythm guitar + horn stab)
[Instrumental count-in: 1-2-3-4 — syncopated hi-hat ticks]
(Verse 1)
Neon feet on fire, city breathes in chrome,
Slap bass heartbeat, got a pocket you can call home.
Midnight subway sighs, horn stabs cut the haze,
Rhythm guitar scratches time — we move in golden blaze.
(Pre-Chorus)
Turn the corner, feel the shimmer, lights collide with sound,
From corner stoops to rooftop loops, this groove is battleground.
(Chorus)
And when my song, my funk song is out, I want you to send it worldwide.
Funk worldwide! — spread the groove, let the people ride.
Hands up high, chant it loud, neon chorus in the night,
Slap that bass, horn rows blaze — make every city bright.
(Verse 2)
Brooklyn to Brixton, Tokyo to São Paulo lights,
Taxi horns, subway doors, tambourine on Friday nights.
Sizzling strings, a syncopated sting, silver sweat and glow,
Every block a heartbeat — let the planet feel the flow.
(Pre-Chorus)
Locked-in pocket, tight groove, tempo steady like a drum,
Move your shoulders, step the gap — feel how every city hums.
(Chorus)
And when my song, my funk song is out, I want you to send it worldwide.
Funk worldwide! — spread the groove, let the people ride.
Hands up high, chant it loud, neon chorus in the night,
Slap that bass, horn rows blaze — make every city bright.
(Bridge — minimal: bass + snare + soft harmony)
Quiet now, let the low end talk, breathe the hush and feel the line,
A whispered pocket, muted horns, keep the rhythm lean and fine.
(Breakdown — build: add rhythm guitar, hi-hat, backing “ooh/ah”)
Call: "Send it!" Response: "Send it!"
Call: "Funk!" Response: "Funk!"
(Vocal Chant — viral shout-along)
And when my song, my funk song is out, I want you to send it worldwide.
And when my song, my funk song is out, I want you to send it worldwide.
Funk worldwide! Funk worldwide! (Echo: send it, send it, send it worldwide)
(Final Chorus — full horns, big harmony)
And when my song, my funk song is out, I want you to send it worldwide.
Funk worldwide! — spread the groove, light the streets, unite the pride.
Hands up high, every skyline singing under pulsing light,
Slap bass, horn stabs, rhythm clap — we own this endless night.
(Outro)
Neon fades to sunrise, but the echo holds the tune,
From rooftops down to riverside, the funk will hum in June.
One last chant into the dawn — one last shout and then we fly:
And when my song, my funk song is out, I want you to send it worldwide.
[Production notes: 100–108 BPM. Instruments: slap bass, punchy horn section, clean rhythm guitar with wah, syncopated hi-hat, light tambourine. Backing vocals: call-and-response “ooh/ah” and chant repeats. Bridge arranged sparse (bass+snare+harmony) then full horn re-entry for final chorus.]
