Help with commands

Ok, so a mate of mine is retiring from the Fire brigade after 30 years. I fed CGPT all yhe info on him and asked to help come up with lyrics to the tune of "by the way" by RHCP (he always writes a crude thoughtful song for other peoples retirements). I love the lyrics but the rhythm doesnt match at all. I have tried all sorts of commands to try to find a better match but it's just not working. Any way to find a better song to match these lyrics to? As i really love the lyrics it gave they just dont fit many if any songs. (I would like to learn said song on guitar so we can all sing it to hkm out on the piss). Thanks kn advance for the help, lyrics are as follows; By the Way (Mort’s on His Way)" – Farewell Version (To the tune of “By the Way” by RHCP)

[Verse 1] Standing tall with a camera lens, Viking beard and a heart that mends, Ten-pound Pom with a firefighter's soul, City station was your long-time role.

Thirty years and a thousand fires, He'd be there when the call requires, Taught the rookies, calmed the crew, With a grin that everybody knew.

[Pre-Chorus] He’s got a golf swing slightly wild, Still beats half the younger guys, Sings guitar songs way too crude, At birthdays, yeah—he’s that dude!

[Chorus] By the way, Mort’s on his way, To the green where the fairways play, Eighteen’s high, but soon you’ll slay, Drop that 'cap and golf all day!

Photographin’ fireground scenes, And cheeky pics for those burn ward dreams, Ricki’s got him now full-time, Chelsea, Maddy — now's your prime!

[Verse 2] Mental health he helped to teach, To every crew he’d calmly reach, Emergency snaps and the charity shots, Made the calendar sexy — and raised lots!

Now he’s downsizing the castle halls, Trading turnouts for suburban walls, Softest Viking in the west, But on the soccer field? A bloody pest.

[Pre-Chorus] From Norway, mate, to WA, A pom who somehow lost his way, Found a home and found a cause, And always found the nearest golf course!

[Chorus] By the way, Mort’s on his way, Hangin’ up the gear today, Tell the CLP it’s okay, Morty’s done — let him play!

Grab a drink and raise it high, To the bloke who’d never pass you by, He’s our teddy bear in boots, Now he's off in golf-cart pursuits!

[Bridge – Shouted/Chanted Mid-Song Break] Oi! Morty! Take a shot! Retirement looks bloody hot! Rick's the boss — you know it’s true, Now you’ve got chores and a garden too! Oi! Morty! Time to roam! But don’t you dare delete your phone! We’ll need a song for our send-off, So write it well — and make it soft (or not).

[Final Chorus – Big Finish] By the way, Mort’s on his way, Fireground king, now golf fairway, Thanks for being there each day, Legend mate, what more to say?

Mort — you bloody beauty. Cheers to 30 years.