Jayson AI Song

**Title: "Jayson's Island Groove"** In a shirt and tie from nine to five, Jayson keeps the peace, Probation files stack up high, his workload won't decrease. But when the sun dips low and sky ignites with golden hues, He grabs his rum, he's feeling young—got nothing left to lose! Oh, Jayson loves his rum with a side of reggae tunes, Cooking jerk and curry goat beneath the Caribbean moon. Olivia rolls her eyes but laughs at Dad's delight, Middle-aged and feeling great—Jayson's shining bright! He strolls down to the beachside bar where steel drums fill the air, Chats up ladies half his age without a single care. "Care to dance?" he smoothly asks, his smile a winning charm, They laugh and join him anyway—he means no harm. Oh, Jayson loves his rum and the rhythm of the sea, Dancing till the morning light, so wild and so free. Olivia shakes her head but joins him now and then, Middle-aged and feeling young—Jayson's on the mend! On weekends, he's a master chef of spicy island meals, From ackee, saltfish, patties too—his cooking seals the deals. But don't you dare disturb him when his show's about to start, Unless you're bringing reggae vibes to warm his heart. Oh, Jayson loves his rum and the latest TV craze, He'll binge-watch all the episodes, lost in a streaming haze. Olivia facepalms but hugs him super tight, Middle-aged and feeling young—Jayson's pure delight! So here's to Jayson, king of dads, with rum and sun-kissed sand, Probation officer by day, by night he's in demand. If laughter is the best of meds, he's healthy as can be, Jayson and Olivia—what a sight to see!