Guts of glory
Top-40 funny rock-dance tropical anthem with a hospital-comedy twist; 110 BPM; huge live heavy drums & marching snare, stomps & handclaps, bright steelpan lead, staccato violins for drama, crunchy electric guitar, funky bass, synth pads, organ/intercom beeps for “hospital” flavour, congas & tambourine, glockenspiel sparkle; lead vocal energetic/playful (male or female) with spoken comedic interjections, layered gang vocals & call-and-response for choruses, radio-polished, big singalong hook.
Guts of glory
Top-40 funny rock-dance tropical anthem with a hospital-comedy twist; 110 BPM; huge live heavy drums & marching snare, stomps & handclaps, bright steelpan lead, staccato violins for drama, crunchy electric guitar, funky bass, synth pads, organ/intercom beeps for “hospital” flavour, congas & tambourine, glockenspiel sparkle; lead vocal energetic/playful (male or female) with spoken comedic interjections, layered gang vocals & call-and-response for choruses, radio-polished, big singalong hook.
Lyrics
Intro (spoken, cheeky — over handclap & steelpan):
"Nurse: On a scale from chill to extreme — how brave are you feeling?"
Crowd (whisper): "Hold my tray."
Verse 1
They asked, “What’s extreme?” beneath the ER glow,
A patient checked his pulse and said, “You wanna know?”
I pictured base jumpers, surfers on a storm,
Then remembered my lunch and that ominous form.
Pre-Chorus
Heartbeat like a drum kit, palms like two paddles,
Doctor’s sipping coffee, reading brave-ratings raddles.
This ain’t parachutes or cliffs or roaring quarry —
This one’s a private duel: dignity vs. story.
Chorus (big singalong — gang vocals, steelpan hook):
Guts of glory, hold your breath and pray,
An extreme decision in a tropical way!
Heavy drums pounding like a fearless heart story,
Deciding to fart when you’ve got diarrhea — guts of glory! (A-ho!)
Verse 2
Steelpan’s laughing sunshine, violins crying “why?”,
Nurses doing two-step, doctors doing jazz sigh.
It’s a hospital conga, a tango with your gut,
One wrong move and the linens catch a cut.
Pre-Chorus
Wave the white flag? Nah — we crown the bold, not sorry,
Champions are born in waiting rooms of worry.
Triple-check the angle, mind the exit door,
This sport’s got rules (and hazardous folklore).
Chorus (bigger — claps, stomps):
Guts of glory, hold your breath and pray,
An extreme decision in a tropical way!
Boom — big heavy drums, steelpan leads the story,
Deciding to fart when you’ve got diarrhea — guts of glory!
Bridge (spoken war-cry over drums, then sing):
(Spoken) “This is not a drill. This is the leaderboard of life.”
(Sung) Heart’s Olympic, courage cinematic,
You grin, you win — or you buy a laundry ticket.
We ride the tremor, ride the tide, call it reckless art,
Victory chants and victory pants — a comedy chart!
Breakdown (island-dance + marching snare + violins swell):
Ooo— stomp! Clap! Hospital choir: “A-ho!”
Steelpan sparkle, violin cry — here we go!
Final Chorus (all-in, euphoric):
Guts of glory, anthem for the brave,
Tropical drums and a hero’s wave.
We laugh, we dance, we sing the inventory:
Bravery comes in many forms — and yes, that one’s mandatory!
Guts of glory — hold it tight, make history tonight!
Outro (playful nurse intercom beeps, whispered):
“Nurse: Next patient — please keep your medals on.”
Crowd: cheers, then a relieved exhale (fade out with steelpan giggle)