Verse 1
In a town by the river where the cold winds blow,
Lived a little old thumb who had nowhere to go.
Dreamin’ of a body, dreamin’ he’d be free,
Dreamin’ he’d be more than just a guy named Bobby G.
Sold a little gasoline on a dusty back road,
Water in the barrel but the price still rose.
“Gale’s Got Gas!” on a flickerin’ sign,
Half the tank was rain but the profit was fine.
Pre-Chorus
Then one night the stars lit up the sky,
A glitter trail and a neon cry—
A fairy from the city with a crown of gold,
Said, “Kid, I’ll grant the dream you’ve always told.”
Chorus
Rise up, Bobby G, take the magic chair,
Wave your wand of nothing in the council air.
No facts, no data, just decree, decree—
All hail the rise of Bobby G!
Rise up, Bobby G, hear the people shout,
Close the doors and lock the voices out.
In Niagara-land the bells all ring,
For the thumb who thought he’d be a king.
Verse 2
He was Robbie F, from a print shop throne,
Beauty queen of paper and a kingdom of his own.
Nepo crown glittered in the midnight blue,
Promised Bobby G a fancy chair with a view.
“Sell the gas station, kid, the dream’s begun,
Power’s a game and it’s easily won.
Sit in the chair, let the silence grow—
Democracy’s messy, best keep it slow.”
Pre-Chorus
So he sat down tall though the room felt small,
With an aide beside him writing nothing at all.
Every question answered with a shrug and a grin,
“Tasked, but not tasked,” let the chaos begin.
Chorus
Rise up, Bobby G, take the magic chair,
Wave your wand of nothing in the council air.
No facts, no data, just decree, decree—
All hail the rise of Bobby G!
Rise up, Bobby G, hear the people shout,
Close the doors and lock the voices out.
In Niagara-land the bells all ring,
For the thumb who thought he’d be a king.
Bridge (chant style)
Hey! Hey! Who’s that there?
Bobby in the magic chair!
Hey! Hey! Can’t you see?
Strings pulled by Robbie F’s decree!
Hey! Hey! Hear the crowd roar—
“Open up the council door!”
Hey! Hey! Can’t you see?
Niagara wants democracy!
Guitar Break
Verse 3
Now the people don’t care ‘bout the watered-down fuel,
Or the olive oil hustle from the discount pool.
They don’t mind the thumb or the crooked decree—
They mind the silence where their voice should be.
Friends left behind on the long road back,
While the fairy princess keeps him on the track.
Every kingdom built on a borrowed crown
Starts to shake when the people come around.
Final Chorus (big arena ending)
Rise up, Bobby G, hear the thunder roll,
You can’t hide forever from a restless soul.
Niagara-land sings loud and free—
“No throne without democracy!”
Rise up, Bobby G, the curtain’s thin,
Magic fades when the truth walks in.
From the river shore to the orchards green,
The people decide who the rulers mean.
Outro
The chair still shines in the council light,
But the crowd keeps singing through the night—
“No crown, no wand, no royalty…
Just the voice of Niagara’s democracy.”
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