Saturday, January 25, 2025

Get Schwifty Sequel---Stay Schwifty



Title: "Stay Schwifty"

Intro (Rick Talking):
Alright Morty, the galaxy’s got a new crisis.
Time to crank it up, turn weirdness into an art form.
Hit that button! Yeah, the one that says “Schwiftify!”

Chorus:
Stay Schwifty! Yeah, don’t let it slip.
Stay Schwifty! Galactic vibes, take a trip.
When life gets messy and the planets collide,
You gotta Stay Schwifty, it’s a cosmic ride.

Verse 1:
Grab your portal gun, let’s blast through space,
Aliens vibin’ in a twerk-off race.
Singing to a sun while it’s about to explode,
“Schwifty’s a lifestyle, it’s the only code!”
Drop your pants! (Uh!) Throw ‘em in the air,
Wave ‘em like dark matter’s everywhere.
Black hole karaoke, it's the main event,
Reality’s bending, the Schwift’s what we invent.

Pre-Chorus:
Morty’s in the corner, screaming “What the hell?”
But the Schwifty vibes? They cast a spell.
Time’s unraveling, we don’t even care,
The multiverse rocks with a Schwifty affair.

Chorus:
Stay Schwifty! Yeah, don’t let it slip.
Stay Schwifty! Galactic vibes, take a trip.
When life gets messy and the planets collide,
You gotta Stay Schwifty, it’s a cosmic ride.

Verse 2:
Look at me now, I’m remixin’ time,
Autotune a paradox, it’s all sublime.
Cronenberg backup dancers in a funky spin,
Squanchy’s in the house yellin’ “Let’s begin!”
Morty, grab that alien bass guitar,
Summer’s on vocals, she’s a rising star.
Unity’s here, harmonizing the beat,
Galactic diplomacy’s now on repeat.

Bridge (Spoken):
Yo, yo, yo! This is interdimensional radio coming at you live!
Rick Sanchez is back with the universal groove.
Your planet’s problems? Pfft. Not my problem.
Just STAY SCHWIFTY, BABY!

Breakdown (Instrumental with Alien Vocals):
Wubba lubba dub-dub, stay Schwifty!
(Unintelligible alien chanting and laser sounds)

Final Chorus:
Stay Schwifty! Yeah, don’t let it slip.
Stay Schwifty! Galactic vibes, take a trip.
When the universe ends and time runs dry,
You gotta Stay Schwifty and kiss it goodbye.

Outro (Rick Talking):
Alright, that’s enough. Show’s over. Go home.
Or don’t… I don’t care, I’m Rick, remember?
Morty, hit the afterparty portal… and bring the schnapps.

(Portal sound and fading bass drop…)