Gladiator Surfing

Gladiator Surfing:
Lyrics: me + my GPT
Prompt: surf rock, harmony vocal group, barbershop,

Image prompt (flux): A roman gladiator holding a trident is surfing. Beautiful women are watching from the beach.

(Verse 1)
He came from Rome with a sword in hand,
Traded Colosseum for the beachfront sand.
Shield in hand, armor weighing him down,
Shredding on guitar with an impressive sound!

(Chorus)
He’s a gladiator, riding the waves,
Swingin’ his trident and catchin’ the babes.
Toga’s gone, he’s in swim trunks now,
Shreddin’ the surf, with a big ol’ bow-wow!

(Verse 2)
He paddles out, his board is made of oak,
Carved it himself with a single stroke.
The ladies swoon, they just can’t resist,
A Roman tan with a gladiator twist.

(Chorus variation)
He’s a gladiator, riding the waves,
Swingin’ his trident and catchin’ the babes.
From the Forum to the tide, he's the king of cool,
Making Caesar jealous in the salty pool.

(Bridge)
“Are you not entertained?” he shouts to his crew,
While hangin’ ten in his sandals, too.
Chariot parked by the tiki bar,
A Roman rebel, now a surf rock star.

(Outro)
So if you see a gladiator on the surf tonight,
Know he’s not here for a beachside fight.
He’s just cruisin’ the coast, catchin’ waves with flair,
Roman style, with salt in his hair!