Dry January

[Key: E Major] [Tempo: 150 BPM, punchy upbeat 4/4] [Genre: British indie rock] [Mood: energetic, ironic, self-aware, playful] [Instruments: driving bassline, tight punchy live drums, jangly rhythm guitars, bright lead guitar hooks, gang vocals] [Vocals: male, British indie delivery, confident, cheeky, energetic but not shouted] [Length: ~215 seconds] [Structure: intro, chorus, post-chorus, verse 1, chorus, post-chorus, verse 2, chorus, post-chorus, bridge, final chorus, outro] [Intro | hook first | full band] No pints, no chips, no late-night sin We’re getting ripped and disciplined No pints, no chips, no late-night fun Till someone says “ah go on then, just one” (Ooo-oh-oh-oh…) (Ah-ah-ah…) [Chorus] Dry January, new regime Protein shakes and self-esteem Pour it down the sink, swear it’s done “Different man” by month number one Dry January, clean and pure Counting steps and keeping score Give it four weeks, maybe two See how long this lasts for you [Post-Chorus] No pints, no chips, no late-night sin We’re getting ripped and disciplined No pints, no chips, no late-night fun Till someone says “ah go on then, just one” (Ooo-oh-oh-oh…) (Ah-ah-ah…) [Verse 1] Gym sign-up on the second day New trainers in a brighter shade Deleted apps and cleared the fridge Green juice lined up for 7 days Posting quotes about “new starts” Talking sleep and mindful hearts Saying “this year’s different, mate” While checking pub deals just in case [Chorus] Dry January, new regime Protein shakes and self-esteem Pour it down the sink, swear it’s done “Different man” by month number one Dry January, clean and pure Counting steps and keeping score Give it four weeks, maybe two See how long this lasts for you [Post-Chorus] No pints, no chips, no late-night sin We’re getting ripped and disciplined No pints, no chips, no late-night fun Till someone says “ah go on then, just one” (Ooo-oh-oh-oh…) (Ah-ah-ah…) [Verse 2] Friday comes with quiet doubt Group chat saying “who’s about?” Someone posts a pub-side pic Says “just lemonade, that’s it” “Technically gin’s low in carbs” “Just one won’t leave a scar” Suddenly the rules feel thin And February’s creeping in [Bridge | slight drop then build] We were saints for seventeen days Step counts high and sober praise Now the bar lights look divine And discipline’s a state of mind Someone laughs and someone caves “Back on it Monday” — that’s the phrase [Final Chorus | biggest energy] Dry January, lasted well Till we heard that last call bell Counting reps instead of pints Till Friday night rewrote the lines Dry January, brave attempt Full of good and pure intent See you same time next year, mate When we all reset the slate [Outro | hook repeat & fade] No pints, no chips, no late-night sin We’re getting ripped and disciplined No pints, no chips, no late-night fun Till someone says “ah go on then, just one”