The 99 Cent Song

If you like this one you owe me 99 cents 🙂
The 99 Cent Song

(Verse 1)
If I could write a tune that everyone would love,
And they'd buy for under one dollar, heaven sent from above.
Would it sound like this, a jingle sweet and grand?
The cheapest ticket to a party across the land!
(Pre-Chorus)
No fancy production, no diamond-studded mic,
Just pure sonic gold, something everyone will like!
It's got that rhythm, that bounce, that irresistible pull,
Ready to fill your speakers, making your heart feel full!
(Chorus)
Oh, the 99 Cent Song, yeah, that's what it's called!
Every penny counts, till the whole world's enthralled!
For less than a dollar, you get a sonic treat,
The cheapest good vibe, can't be beat, can't be beat!
(Verse 2)
One cent, two cent, three cent four,
Give 'em what you got, but leave them wanting more.
Five cent, six cent, seven cent Jack,
Give 'em what they like, or they'll want their money back!
Eight cents, nine cents, maybe making little sense,
Till you round the corner, hitting on the ten cents!
Then eleven cents, round it up to twelve cents,
Just pennies in the bucket, but they're all adding up!
(Pre-Chorus)
Thirteen in the pocket, crank the music up!
Volume hitting fourteen, can't get enough!
It's the rhythm, the vibe, the feeling so right,
Guaranteed to brighten up your darkest night!
(Chorus)
Oh, the 99 Cent Song, yeah, that's what it's called!
Every penny counts, till the whole world's enthralled!
For less than a dollar, you get a sonic treat,
The cheapest good vibe, can't be beat, can't be beat!
(Bridge)
Only eighty-five to go, fifteen cents, time to rock and roll!
Who knew a price tag could be a lyrical goal?
We're counting our blessings, and every single dime,
Making musical magic, one sweet, cheap rhyme at a time!
(Outro)
Oh, the 99 Cent Song, yeah, that's what it's called!
Every penny counts, till the whole world's enthralled!
For less than a dollar, you get a sonic treat,
The cheapest good vibe, can't be beat, can't be beat!
The 99 Cent Song...yeah...only 99 cents...
If I only sell five copies then I am going home, sell one billion
copies I am buying Rome and a brand new toupee for my brothers chrome dome. A fancy super car take it

for a ride, dollar in my pocket hire you to write another song and do it all over again.
fifty thousand copies I am feeling rich, fill my piggy bank, scratch your musical itch. FILL MY PIGGY BANK IT'S A GETTIN FAT, MAYBE GONNA BUY ME A SOLID GOLD HAT.