
The Wobbly Wizards of Roundabout Ridge | Suno [#STTZ Nur EIN Wort]
Now ean english contribution to the mini-event "Nur ein Wort" ("Just one word") by Soundsand (@Soundsand4u) ▶️ Interested in more songs from the event? Follow this link: https://suno.com/playlist/df7227cf-d86b-41a2-8a3a-7de161881e20 ◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽ We are the 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗭 A German community for Suno artists You can find us on Discord: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz We look forward to seeing you! ◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽ The rules: ⚪ Only one word is allowed as a style (without hyphens). ⚪ Exclude styles may be used. ⚪ Lyrics must be fully written by the Suno AI (auto) and should also be present. ⚪ No personas, no audio, no inspiration, no cover art, no remixes. ⚪ Titles must not exceed 128 characters. ⚪ Advanced options as desired. Tip: The title is important! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My description for generating the lyrics: funny short story about wizards on a crazy ironic discworld Mein Style: Comedymedievalfolklore And this is what SUNO made of it.... 😂 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Verse] The wizards of Roundabout Ridge They live on a spinning plate With potions that bubble They mumble But nothing turns out great They summoned a dragon to light up the night It sneezed on their robes Now they’re all in a fight [Chorus] Round and round The disc it goes Where it stops Nobody knows Wizards tripping on their cloaks Casting spells that end in jokes [Verse 2] Old Wizard Bob tried to brew up some stew He tossed in a spellbook And it turned into glue Wizard Pam made a charm for her cat Now it talks too much and it’s wearing a hat [Prechorus] The moon’s made of cheese Or so they say But the wizards just keep spinning away [Chorus] Round and round The disc it goes Where it stops Nobody knows Wizards tripping on their cloaks Casting spells that end in jokes [Bridge] A unicorn sneezed Turned the tavern to gold But it melted in rain Now the story’s retold The irony’s thick The magic’s absurd On a plate that just spins They all chase the last word

