https://u.smutty.horse/mgyalpclfvi.mp3

(Analyzing heart rhythm.
Do not touch the patient.
Analyzing heart rhythm.
Shock advised.)

[Verse 1]
Threads pass by in seasonal waves
Just like a looping tape
Keyboard crust and desk blues buzz
The board is gathering dust
But 'fore you nod off, just you wait
What's on the tenth fold?
Take an action, just be bold
Pads out and resuscitate,
'cause it ain't too late
To defibrillate

[Chorus]
Hey now, you gotta bump the thread
(You've got to bump the thread)
Just like your grand old uncle said,
Don't let that thing go red, hey
Hey now, you gotta bump the thread
(Before you go to bed)
And even if the posts ran dry
You just can't let it die

Hey now, you gotta slap that string
(You've got to slap that string)
You're playin' up that bassy funk
And get that crazy groove sunk
Hey now, let's do our thing
(Don't care how dead it seems)
'Cause if you bring a funky groove
You'll get the dead to move

[Verse 2]
Now the show has run its course
And that's all folks for Gen 4.
But 'fore you say your "adios",
you'll hear "was it kino"?
Sunny wants to see your cock.
Your imagination's fried
Now your tap is running dry
But there's duties, that you've got
You can't let it drop,
Give it a little shock, now.

[Chorus]
Hey now, you gotta bump the thread
(You've got to bump the thread)
Just like your grand old uncle said,
Don't let that thing go red, hey
Hey now, you gotta bump the thread
(Before you go to bed)
And even if the posts ran dry
You just can't let it die
Hey now, you gotta slap that string
(You've got to slap that string)
You're playin' up that bassy funk
And get that crazy groove sunk
Hey now, let's do our thing
(Don't care how dead it seems)
'Cause if you bring a funky groove
You'll get the dead to move

[Rap Verse]
So you're bumpin' up the thread, make your reply
Keepin' it fresh like you're F5
Slappin' and slippin' the string, with a null byte, be like
(A segfault again?!? Fuck!)
Keepin' a loose string, like Bootsy, confusing, 'cause she's cutesy Pinkie chewing gum.
She's groovin' it thick as oozing smoothie, it's moving; it's bruising like an uzi gun,
Attack it and drop it and slap it and pop it, she need no provin' cause she had the pops to jacuzzi 'em.
We fillet and peel it, diminish, no skillet, just skill and appeal in the wrap, so say we sushi 'em.
Bumpin' the thread, just jump on the head, and up in this shred, you will remember September like it's the Night at the Museum

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
You can scream all you will,
But the ride don't care if you have had your fill
Keep your arms and legs inside
This vehicle at all times
Chains will take you up the hill
Who knows how long
In this crazy song
Of mares that's happening still
Just don't let it rest
Just go bump the thread

[Chorus]
Hey now, you gotta bump the thread
(You've got to bump the thread)
Just like your grand old uncle said,
Don't let that thing go red, hey
Hey now, you gotta bump the thread
(Before you go to bed)
And even if the posts ran dry
You just can't let it die

Hey now, you gotta slap that string
(You've got to slap that string)
You're playin' up that bassy funk
And get that crazy groove sunk
Hey now, let's do our thing
(Don't care how dead it seems)
'Cause if you bring a funky groove
You'll get the dead to move
{Slide your rump, everypony do the bump, bump, bump, bump}