Cool jerk, downtown neon hum,
bassline pops like bubblegum,
mirror shades, chrome-bright moon,
we slide, we glide, we cartoon.
Snap your fingers, leather squeak,
sidewalk sizzles every beat;
spin her once, the world blurs cool—
ice-cold heart, but the groove is fuel.
Yeah, we’re ghosts of Friday night,
laughing in reverb, out of sight;
keep it locked, that slick half-smirk—
forever young, forever cool jerk.