Create country pop male vocal lyrics: BPM 95, G major mixolydian blend. Core instrumentation: twangy acoustic guitar, microtonal steel guitar, reverb-drenched banjo, pop-roots hybrid drums, walking bass line. Narrative follows a retired rodeo clown with a marine biology PhD who runs a cosmic bait shop out of a 1987 Ford F-150 parked at a highway rest stop portal, selling glow-in-the-dark worm lures to intergalactic anglers and swapping stories about accidentally winning the 1998 county corn dog eating contest while half-asleep on alien coffee. Tone leans into warm, whimsical absurdity, equal parts 90s country crossover charm and silly dad joke wordplay, with a soaring post-key change chorus hook that ends in a playful yodel outro.
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[Intro] [Verse] Parked my eighty-seven Ford By the neon highway board I dodged bulls in the ring Now I do the cosmic thing Red nose in the dash Counting up that space cash [Pre-Chorus] Got my doctorate in the sea Now the stars are calling me From the deep blue to the black There is no turning back [Chorus] At the Cosmic Bait and Tackle Hear the intergalactic cackle Selling glow-worms by the pound To the strangest folks around From the portal to the pines We got the best fishing lines [Post-Chorus] Yeah we’re casting out far To the very nearest star [Verse] Back in ninety-eight I won Underneath the county sun Ninety corn dogs in a row With a Martian coffee glow Half-asleep I took the belt Best that I have ever felt [Pre-Chorus] Marine biology was my game Until the silver saucers came Looking for a neon splash In a multi-verse dash [Chorus] At the Cosmic Bait and Tackle Hear the intergalactic cackle Selling glow-worms by the pound To the strangest folks around From the portal to the pines We got the best fishing lines [Bridge] Walking bass on gravel road Light-years from my old abode The steel guitar begins to slide Take a worm for a cosmic ride Don't mind tentacles or scales We’re telling tall interstellar tales [Solo] [Verse] They pull up in a disc Taking quite a fishing risk I tell ‘em ‘bout the reef While they chew on meteor beef I’m the doctor of the bait At the highway’s heaven gate [Chorus] At the Cosmic Bait and Tackle Hear the intergalactic cackle Selling glow-worms by the pound To the strangest folks around From the portal to the pines We got the best fishing lines [Post-Chorus] Yodel-ay-ee-tee Space is the place to be Yodel-ay-ee-hoo In my Ford F-One-Five-Two [Break] [Outro]
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