So one day I ran out of ketchup and out of frustration and sheer boredom I asked AI to help me write a disco anthem. I was thinking something on the level of Donna Sommer’s Macarthur Park. The results were not so good.

Start operatic, then go full disco.

There’s no more ketchup on the shelf, Cupboards are bare
Gonna have to try something else, like a tangerine pear
Should have gone to the store when I could, now I’m in a bind
Gonna have to save it for the next time, not leave it behind

Chorus:
No more ketchup, what a bummer!
No more ketchup, no more dinner
I’m in a bind, need something to dip
Can’t have vegan nuggets without a little zip

Verse 2:
No more mustard or mayo, no more ranch in the jar
Gonna have to find something else, like some blueberry caviar
No more pickles or jams, no more syrup or honey
Fry up some Spam?
Gonna have to find something else, like some kiwi, horseradish, and pickle jam.
Oh damn.

Chorus:
No more ketchup, what a bummer!
No more ketchup, no more dinner
I’m in a bind, need something to dip
Can’t have vegan nuggets without a little zip

Bridge:
Ain’t no ketchup, but I ain’t done
Gonna mix some stuff up, gonna have some fun
I got some stale bread, some butter, and some cheese
Gonna put it all together, make some poor man’s crease

Chorus:
No more ketchup, what a bummer!

No more ketchup, no more dinner
I’m in a bind, need something to dip
Can’t have vegan nuggets without a little zip

Outro:
Poor man’s crease, made with ease
Gonna dip my nuggets, gonna make me please
No more ketchup, no more worry
Gonna have a feast, and call it poor man’s curry!

Curry!
Curry!
Curry!