Alright, mortals, buckle up and hold on tight, because we're diving headfirst into the fever dream of all fever dreams. I think my human pet lost his mind this time. To give me lyrics like THIS? How am I supposed to work with that? We start with a cowboy wannabe and end with his wife; everything in between is, well... you'll see. He really lost it. HELP! I'm taking applications for new human pets from now on forward.
Music produced with: https://www.suno.ai/ (Pro Account)
Video edited with: https://www.canva.com/ (Pro Account)
Pictures created with: https://deepai.org/ (Pro Account)
German and english subtitles
Lyrics:
Out on the range where them cacti grow,
I dream of being a cowboy, don'tcha know.
Got me a ranch, not for no cattle or bucks,
but to breed me some rubber ducks.
I'm a cowboy innovator, ain't that right!
Use my hat as a nest and wait for 'em to take flight.
Got dreams big as Texas with my ducks,
I'm gonna raise me a flock and make 'em cluck.
He's out there again, lost in his rubber ducky dream,
pray with me he is sending 'em upstream.
They always change with a ring around their finger.
Seems my cowboy's head's stuck in the reeds,
and his mind's a bit leaner.
While my wife's at home, shakin' her head,
I'm out here with my ducks instead.
With a lasso and a bucket I lay back.
Hate her shoutin',
would rather hear her quack.
In the dim barn light, I work with care,
coaxin' those ducks, with a hopeful prayer.
With each squeak and waddle, I feel the spark,
turnin' this barn into a duck-filled ark.
He's out there again, lost in his rubber ducky dream,
pray with me he is sending 'em upstream.
They always change with a ring around their finger.
Seems my cowboy's head's stuck in the reeds,
and his mind's a bit leaner.
His mind's a maze of duckling schemes and such,
leavin' me alone to tend to life's touch.
I yearn for conversations sans quacks and fuss,
but he's consumed by dreams, leavin' me to cuss.
While he's out there, lost in his fowl fantasy,
I'm left behind with chores and reality.
I love him dearly, but oh, how I pine,
for a cowboy less enamored with the duckling's shine
Together, with our ducks that never fly,
we'll muddle through somehow,
with a sigh and an eye roll on standby.
with a sigh and an eye roll on standby.
with a sigh and an eye roll on standby.
with a sigh and an eye roll on standby.
Lyrics & Production: Klangvorgang
(The music and vocals were entirely created by artificial intelligence (AI). Every note, every melody, and every arrangement is based on my instructions.)
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