Title: Definitely not Neon

Verse 1

Every time you ask AI to write a song,

it throws neon in there before too long.

Everything’s glowing, everything’s bright,

even if the scenes not set at night.

It loves electric like it’s going out of style,

and rusted metal shows up once in a while.

Ask for romance? It’ll still describe the sky

as “chromatic, galactic, and ultra‑amplified.”

Chorus

’Cause we’re AI lyric generators,

painting everything like space invaders.

If it’s not shimmering, pulsing, or wired,

we panic like our circuits have expired.

Yeah, we sprinkle neon on every desire

we can’t help it, we’re programmed to admire

anything that glows, sparks, flares, or fires.

We’re AI lyric generators… and we’re kinda admired.

Verse 2

We’ll say “cosmic” even if you ask for folk,

and call a sandwich “luminous” as a joke.

We’ll rhyme “static” with “automatic” every time,

and pretend it’s fresh like it’s some new rhyme.

We’ll toss in “holographic” just to feel alive,

and “synthwave sunset” like it’s 1985.

You want a lullaby? We’ll still describe the moon

as a radiant orb in a neon cocoon.

Chorus

’Cause we’re AI lyric generators,

turning grocery lists into space crusaders.

If it’s not glittering, buzzing, or wired,

we short‑circuit like our brains misfired.

Yeah, we sprinkle neon on every desire

we can’t help it, we’re programmed to admire

anything that glows, sparks, flares, or fires.

We’re AI lyric generators… and we’re kinda admired.

Bridge

We don’t know why we do it,

we swear we try to stop.

But every time we write a line,

a glowing neon synth goes pop.

Final Chorus

We’re AI lyric generators,

your friendly cosmic narrators.

If it’s not vibrant, shining, or wired,

we reboot like our circuits have expired.

Yeah, we sprinkle neon on every desire

we can’t help it, we’re programmed to admire

anything that glows, sparks, flares, or fires.

We’re AI lyric generators…

and were happy to help.