“Electric Palm” by Strike Writer (Demo Track)
A high-energy club banger in tribute to the Electric Palm Tiki Bar by the Occoquan River, Alexandria. Enjoy!
Original song written by Strike Writer
Club version: https://youtu.be/xb8XQRk92OU
Produced with Suno: https://suno.com/s/wSGBnDSvwhFm9DQj
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Lyrics:
Drinks flowing at the Electric Palm
Casual digs with a tiki bar
Down by the river, appalayshuh
Whole place lookin’ like Zambia
The stars and stripes were hoisted high
The boats and floats were drifting by
The tide was high, mood fizzling
Shrimp and fries popping and sizzling
That’s when she walked in
(Oh, zap!)
Oh, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm
(Said, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm)
Oh, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm
(Said, woop-woop, sound the alarm,
Alarm down at the Electric Palm)
(wee-oo-wee-oo, wee-oo-wee-oo)
She had a tank top, a trench coat
Devil’s eyes, and six-inch heels
Had a mini skirt with pink punk hair
Everybody had to stop and stare
She was dub-stepping with swinging hips
Wicked smile and golden lips
“I’ll take Bacardi, with a side of fries”
“Boy let’s dance, no alibis”
(Oh, zap!)
Oh, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm
(Said, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm)
Oh, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm
(Said, woop-woop, sound the alarm,
Alarm down at the Electric Palm)
(wee-oo-wee-oo, wee-oo-wee-oo)
It was chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi
(Now, swing it back)
Yeah, it was chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi
Casual Sunday, now it’s happening
Early bird special, champagne crackling
I slammed my whiskey on the floor
Found my rhythm, kicked the door
“For you hot thing, I’d learn the rumba”
My heart pounding like a Congo Tumba
Danced to me like a violent flame
Can’t say she even knew my name
“It’s the Electric Palm so let’s get freaky”
“Wooden floorboards getting squeaky”
The tiki bar was going wild
Cops called, she just smiled!
(Oh, zap!)
Oh, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm
(Said, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm)
Oh, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm
(Said, woop-woop, sound the alarm,
Alarm down at the Electric Palm)
(wee-oo-wee-oo, wee-oo-wee-oo)
Yeah, the cops said get down on the floor
I grabbed her hand, fled out the door
Said, “you know, this really excites me”
“Your rhythmic style, really bites me!”
Oh, her heels could have pierced my heart
At the palm, that’s a start!
Oh, It was chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi (now, swing it back)
Yeah, it was chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi (who’s that, she’s that!)
Oh, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm
(Said, woop-woop, sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm)
It was chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi and chaos and Bacardi (now swing it back!)
Oh, woop-woop, woop-woop
woop-woop, woop-woop
Oh, woop-woop, woop-woop
Go sound the alarm
Alarm down at the Electric Palm!
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