That Carl Dunk is the Diddy Blud on the Calculator [Remake]
Balkan folk with 7/8 sway, stomping handclaps, accordion and sharp violin phrases; verse rides nimble zurna runs and dry tambura plucks, pre-chorus tightens with tambourine roll and shouted pickups, chorus opens into gang vocals and call-and-response. Lead vocal is gritty and playful with doubled hook lines, plus whistle tags and handclap echoes. Bright, earthy, pub-room mix., folk
That Carl Dunk is the Diddy Blud on the Calculator [Remake]
Balkan folk with 7/8 sway, stomping handclaps, accordion and sharp violin phrases; verse rides nimble zurna runs and dry tambura plucks, pre-chorus tightens with tambourine roll and shouted pickups, chorus opens into gang vocals and call-and-response. Lead vocal is gritty and playful with doubled hook lines, plus whistle tags and handclap echoes. Bright, earthy, pub-room mix., folk
Lyrics
Down by the market square,
Carl Dunk had a stare.
One hand on the buttons,
One foot in the air.
He tapped that little screen,
Like a king of machine.
Then the old men laughed and said,
“Look at him, you mean.”
[Pre-Chorus]
He counted beans and brass,
He counted every lie.
He counted all the coins
With a squint in his eye.
[Chorus]
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Diddy blud on the Calculator
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Called Diddy blud on the Calculator
He wore that name so proud
Loud in the village crowd
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Diddy blud on the Calculator
[Verse 2]
Mama shook her head,
Uncle raised his glass.
“Why they call him that?”
They all would ask.
‘Cause every time he came,
With that shining toy,
He’d press the same old keys
And grin like a boy.
[Pre-Chorus]
Seven plus nine, he said,
Then he laughed for days.
Every number on his thumb
Got a funny little haze.
[Chorus]
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Diddy blud on the Calculator
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Called Diddy blud on the Calculator
He wore that name so proud
Loud in the village crowd
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Diddy blud on the Calculator
[Bridge]
Oh, when the moon came up,
He’d still be at the stall,
Clicking through the midnight air,
Mightn’t stop at all.
The priest and butcher knew
He was made for that groove,
If the answer came out clean,
He’d make the whole place move.
[Final Chorus]
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Diddy blud on the Calculator
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Called Diddy blud on the Calculator
He wore that name so proud
Loud in the village crowd
That Carl Dunk, hey!
Diddy blud on the Calculator
[Outro]
Hey!
Carl Dunk, Carl Dunk
Diddy blud on the Calculator
Hey!
Carl Dunk, Carl Dunk
Diddy blud on the Calculator