Ventura's Wild Ride ext v1.1.1.2.2.1.2

Ventura's Wild Ride ext v1.1.1.2.2.1.2

2024-04-19

Gemaakt door Bobmiku met Udio AI

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Ventura's Wild Ride ext v1.1.1.2.2.1.2

2024-04-19

Lyrics

He's on the case (the case), no lead too bizarre In a beaten-up jeep, not a fancy car, aye Quirky grin, head to toe in Hawaiian sheen Cracks the case wide open, the wildest you've seen He'll bend, he'll twist (he'll twist), goin' full overdrive An undercover master, man, he's really alive Now, gather 'round, I got a tale to tout, aye 'Bout a pet detective who's a scream and shout, aye Tropical shirts and hairdo to flair Big boots stomp and animals everywhere, aye Ventura's the name (the name) with a comedic bite Talks through his rear, and it's outta sight With a squawk (the squawk), and a creature call He's the jungle's voice, from fall to fall, aye Laughs as loud as parrots in flight He's solving the mysteries from morning to night The case of the ring (the ring), or the missing dolphin star He's on the trail, gonna search near and far, aye Busted locks (the locks), oh, he's a natural ace With a rubber face, no truth he can't trace, aye He's the guy (the guy) with the animal knack Finds the clues in a turtle shell crack, aye [Chorus] Oh, Ace Ventura, with peculiar charm He saves the day with an armadillo underarm, aye In motley attire (get wild), he shuffles his feet Talkin' to critters, every one he'll greet, oh yeah The tales that he spins (he spins), the capers unfurled It's a pet detective whirl, he's off to save the world, aye With a toothy smile (that smile) and a glint in his eye He's off on a chase, under the Miami sky, oh He's got the moves (the moves), in his baggy striped pants Finds lost iguanas and saves the ants, aye A mean football kicker, ol' Ray Finkle's dread He'll scout the memes and quotes that spin in your head He wrangles the sharks (the sharks), and the raccoons with pride A critter's best friend, with the wind as his guide With his calls so bizarre (so bizarre), he'd wail and he'd sing From the rooftop he shouts, 'Do NOT go in there!', oh Funky hair (the hair), and fancy-free foxtrot The pet path he follows, hotter than a potshot, aye He can chat with a bat, has a monkey mate, too Gets himself in a scrape, but he'll see it through, aye