He steals my candy, breaks my toys,
Sings too loud, makes silly noise.
Mom says “be nice,” but I roll my eyes,
He’s the reason all my patience flies.

When he’s around I wanna hide,
Looks just like a box outside!

Hey, little brother, oh my, oh my!
You look like the Amazon delivery guy.
Funny face, crazy laugh, every day’s a mess,
Yeah, you’re just a package I’d return, I guess!

He wears my shirts, he steals my shoes,
Always tattles when I break the rules.
Mom says “he loves you,” I just say “why?”
If I could, I’d ship him bye-bye!

Every time he walks on by,
I swear he’s the box guy!

Hey, little brother, oh my, oh my!
You look like the Amazon delivery guy.
Funny face, crazy laugh, every day’s a mess,
Yeah, you’re just a package I’d return, I guess!

Cardboard soul, bubble wrap tears,
He’s been noisy for fifteen years!
Ding-dong bell, ring it twice,
Send him back, with free shipping price!

Hey, little brother, oh my, oh my!
You look like the Amazon delivery guy.
Funny face, crazy laugh, every day’s a mess,
Yeah, you’re just a package I’d return, I guess!

Return to sender… la-la-la!

Hey, little brother (Bubblegum Pop reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #Tween Pop