[Verse 1]
I heard it from a friend who rented down the road,
“There’s a house so chill it makes your groceries feel like gold.”
Where the A/C’s cool and the wardrobes deep,
And you’re steps from noodles, brunch, and boutique sleep.

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s all light blue like the Queensland sky,
With so much storage you might actually cry.
Your Tupperware will finally breathe,
And you’ll walk to bars in under three!

[Chorus]
I wanna live in the Blue Pony Club,
Where the air’s ice cold and the bins don’t bug.
Where the living’s good and the WiFi hums,
And your laundry’s not next to someone’s drums.

At the Blue Pony Club,
Where Stones Corner sings and the food’s top shelf,
You might find peace (or just your former self) —
This house is light blue, and honestly, elite.

[Bridge – gentle spoken word moment]
“Mum… I know you said to save.
But I need to be where the dumplings and matcha lattes are.
This is a lifestyle choice. Also: the bathroom is renovated.”

[Final Chorus]
We’re moving in to the Blue Pony Club,
Where the wardrobes fit your camping stuff.
Where the rent’s still sane and the shops are close,
And your friends will say “this is… kind of gross (that I’m jealous).”

At the Blue Pony Club,
Where the vibe is clean and the snacks are near,
It’s not just a rental — it’s a new frontier.
You’re not just leasing — you’re ascending.