Style Guide (think Shaboozey / A Bar Song (Tipsy) vibe)
Tempo: 128 BPM, 4/4. Feel: stomp-clap on 2&4 + steady kick, with an 808 sub that bounces under acoustic guitar.
Instruments: bright acoustic strums (tight, percussive), claps/stomps, simple bass-kick pattern, occasional fiddle/tele lick hooks; keep chords simple (G–D–Em–C).
Vocals: talk-sung/half-rap verses, slightly behind the beat, hard consonants, end-rhyme punches. Pre-chorus builds then a 1-beat drop (stomp/clap keeps time) for the crowd “UH OH.”
Chorus: big, open, chantable; gang vocals on (YO!) and “AT DOONS—AT DOONS!” No extra ad-libs.
Bridge: strip to handclaps + spoken lines; leave a tiny silence after “no shame” before the solo.
Mix: warm saturation, light slapback, bar-room ambience; sidechain 808 to kick; keep lows tight, hooks loud.
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Lyrics
**Friday Night at Doons**
*(Style: Shaboozey / Stomp-Clap Anthem | 128 BPM)*
**Verse 1 (Talk-sung, rhythmic, punchy)**
Left Molina’s Canteen—salt on the rim, lime on my thumb,
Two sips deep, feelin’ brave—yeah, here we come.
Strollin’ up the patio (we just call it Doons),
Cards Against… Humanity—black deck, bad news. *(Tiny pause on “Against”)*
Under that giant oak—same weirdos, same moon,
Heaters crankin’ up—still see our breath in plumes,
Hear that card *clack-clack*—somebody crossed the line too soon.
**Pre-Chorus (Build / Lift)**
Shuffle up the chaos… here we go,
*(Music cuts out 1 beat; stomp/clap keeps time)*
Black card on the table—everybody: **“Uh oh.”**
**Chorus (Big / Chant / Stomp-Clap)**
Friday night at Doons—cards on the table! **(YO!)**
Friday night at Doons—we ain’t even stable! **(YO!)**
One black card and the truth comes loose—
We’re awful people with a damn good excuse.
Under that oak tree, howlin’ at the moon—
Where we play that dirty game? **(AT DOONS—AT DOONS!)**
**Verse 2 (Kick drum hits hard / Rap cadence)**
Somebody’s the judge, preachin’ like they flawless,
Then they pick the worst one—now the table’s lawless.
Actin’ all offended like they didn’t just select it,
Slam it like a gavel—case closed, now accept it.
We say “last round”… then we deal one more,
Cheaper than a shrink—leave your conscience at the door.
**Bridge (Beat drops out / Handclaps only)**
*(Spoken)* “Nah… you can’t play that.”
*(Spoken)* “Watch me.”
Kala rolls by, yeah she knows us on sight,
Louie’s espresso martini goin’ down just right.
She laughs like, “Y’all makin’ this a Friday-night thang,”
Winners talk big, losers take the blame,
Runnin’ on caffeine and no shame. *(tiny pocket of silence)*
**[Guitar/Fiddle Solo — 8 bars — High Energy]**
**Final Chorus (Full Volume / Crowd Shout)**
Friday night at Doons—cards on the table! **(YO!)**
Friday night at Doons—we ain’t even stable! **(YO!)**
One black card and the truth comes loose—
We’re awful people with a damn good excuse.
Under that oak tree, howlin’ at the moon—
Where we play that dirty game? **(AT DOONS—AT DOONS!)**
**Outro (Fade out, laughter, glass clinks)**
And if anybody asks—yeah, we meant every word…
*(Spoken, deadpan)* Blame the **Water Moccasins** shot.
