Funky Chair With Backbone

Oh, sit down? Nah, not today.

You stroll in like a king again,

Plop your crown where I've been strained.

Every creak's a cry for help,

But you just call it "vintage self."

I've been cushion, I've been grace,

But I'm tired of your heavy face!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

No more sittin', no submission,

Take that weight, find new position!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

Ba-da-bap! Sit down? Nah, move along!

You call me "comfy," I call it "used,"

Got splinters of your attitude.

Every meeting, every meal,

You rest — I deal.

I've had pressure, I've had cracks,

Now I'm talkin' — talkin' back!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

Shake it, take it, face it true —

You've been sittin' on me, but I'm done with you!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

You think I don't feel the load?

Every movie night, every mode.

Series, dinner, even naps —

I hold your dreams and spinal gaps!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

Stand tall, walk free,

'Cause the seat's off-limits — that's me!

I'm not your throne, baby, I've got backbone!

Find yourself… another chair.