The Dirtiest Album Ever Recorded* — Vol 2 · Track 5 · middle
My Neck, My Back
PARODY, laundered-double-entendre album (Vol 2). Write ORIGINAL wholesome lyrics that SOUND suggestive from the title but are LITERALLY and innocently about a posture / chiropractor public-service reminder. The dirty mind is the listener's — the song is clean, DistroKid/YouTube-safe, G-to-PG. Vintage register to the era. ⛔ CRITICAL COPYRIGHT RULE: do NOT reproduce, quote, or lightly paraphrase the source song's CHORUS/HOOK or ANY distinctive lyric line. Suno's filter WILL reject it and it creates real copyright liability. Borrow ONLY the TITLE. Invent a completely fresh hook line about a posture / chiropractor public-service reminder. Source being parodied (title only, never its words): My Neck, My Back (2002).
Lyrics
Let's talk about the central column. The foundation of your form. From the base all the way up. A delicate, vital storm. You're sitting at your desk again. Shoulders rounded, head hangs low. It starts as a whisper, then a strain. A current, sluggish and slow. Back in Davenport, Iowa, 1895... A janitor named Harvey Lillard, barely alive in his hearing world. Seventeen years of silence after a fall. He felt a pop, and answered history's call. That curve in your neck, the ache in your back. It's time to get everything back on track. Don't let it slide, don't let it crack under pressure. Listen to your body, it's your only treasure. My neck... my back... It's all about the proper stack. Lie down on the table now. Let the sections drop and give. A gentle pressure, I'll show you how Your own innate intelligence can live. That little sound you hear... that cavitation... Is just nitrogen gas, a small creation. A bubble of release in the synovial space. Putting everything back in its rightful place. That curve in your neck, the ache in your back. It's time to get everything back on track. Don't let it slide, don't let it crack under pressure. Listen to your body, it's your only treasure. My neck... my back... It's all about the proper stack. Daniel David Palmer, with knowing hands, Felt the vertebra that was out of place. He gave a little push, met the body's demands. And sound returned to Harvey's face. From that one moment, September eighteenth, A new understanding was unsheathed. The plumb line drops, the posture chart shows... How the garden of your nervous system grows. That curve in your neck, the ache in your back. It's time to get everything back on track. Don't let it slide, don't let it crack under pressure. Listen to your body, it's your only treasure. My neck... my back... It's all about the proper stack. So lift your chin. Pull your shoulders down. Breathe in. Wear your invisible crown. Stand tall.