A Place Called Slaughter Race
Vanellope:
What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet?
What can it be?
Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar?
Was that a metaphor?
Hey, there’s a dollar store!
Look! I’m rhyming!
My spirit’s climbing!
As I’m called through this fog of mace
To this place called Slaughter Race!
Shank:
Welcome back, watch your head
Hate to see you wind up dead
Thief:
Let’s get this party rollin’!
Vanellope:
Is that appliance stolen?
Shank:
We have-
Butcher Boy:
Fallen wires!
Little Debbie:
Dumpster fires!
Clown:
Creepy clowns!
Felony:
And burning tires!
Shank:
That great white in the sewer
You’ll be happy that you knew her!
Vanellope:
Fin bump!
Shark:
Dogs and cats, they sure taste great!
Dog #1:
With a side of license plate!
Dog #2:
Some find us deplorable
Vanellope:
Well, I think you’re adorable!
Shank:
We may be a motley crew,
But our hearts ring true
Tattoo Artist:
And just for you a face tattoo!
(instrumental break)
Chorus:
Ohh…
Slaughter Race…
Vanellope:
My heart’s in flight and wow, it’s a blast!
Feels like my dreams are real at last!
Shank:
No trace of a frown upon your face!
Vanellope:
Flying so fast!
Shank:
Setting the pace!
Vanellope:
Living the life!
Shank:
Loving the chase!
Vanellope:
Now is the time!
Shank:
Here is the place!
Both:
This Slaughter Race!
Vanellope:
I know I should go,
But home feels so slow
These roads are paved with dreams
Clown:
Happy dreams, not creepy clown dreams.
Vanellope:
What would Ralph say,
If it turns out I stay
In this place called “Slaughter Race”?
