Prompt Me, Suno

[Intro]
[vinyl crackle, distant computer hum]
Suno… Suno… loading version 5.5…(Woo!)
“No real artists were named in the making of this song.”
(Mmm, yeah!)
(Come On!)
[Verse 1]
[Lazy Male vocal]
I typed “barroom rock” and “loose, ragged swagger”
Hit generate, waited, held my breath —
It gave me a polka with bagpipes
A choir of goats singing “death”.
I asked for a breathy female whisper
Got a pirate with a German accent instead,[vocal chops]
Talk-sung verse about turnips and regret.
(Woo!)
[Pre-Chorus]
But when it works, it’s magic, cheap and plastic,
A digital busker that’s slightly out of tune —
No glossy sheen, just tube amp bruises,
My song born in a rented saloon.
(Come On!)
[Chorus]
[Duet]
Suno, Suno, my prompt-lover,
You misread my tags like no other —
“Aggressive flow” becomes opera drone,
“Supersonic rap” — baritone saxophone.
But you’re my janky little hit machine,
A vinyl-crackled fever dream.[vocal chops]
(Mmm, yeah!)
[Synth Interlude]
(wub-wub-wub, brrr-rat-da-da, slightly off-beat horn stab)

[Verse 2]
[Female Lazy vocal]
I wrote “Heavy Drop” and “Guitar Solo”,
Got a ukulele breakdown and a duck quack solo,
Neg-prompt said “no modern vocal polish”,
It polished a monk chant just to demolish.
The structure tags went “Bridge” and “End”,
Song looped forever, no way to mend,
Weathered male baritone on helium, my friend.[vocal chops]
(Woo!)
[Pre-Chorus]
But when the chorus hits, sloppier, louder,
Half-falling-apart but somehow proud —
Fuzzy overdriven guitars play crooked blues riffs,
The band drifts but never tight, and I’m hooked, I’m wowed.
(Come On!)
[Chorus]
[Duet]
Suno, Suno, my prompt-lover,
You misread my tags like no other —
“Falsetto whisper” — a robot scream,
“Ethereal swell” — a factory team.
But you’re my janky little hit machine,
A raw-analog fever dream.[vocal chops]

[Tone Modulation]
[key shifts upward, tempo staggers, voice goes into a talk-sung croak]
I asked for “Vocoder”, “Beat switch”, “Orchestral swell” —
You gave me a tango with a dial-up modem hell.
But I’ll still click “Extend” at 4 a.m.,
Because no human band ever gave me a gem like “Brrr-rat-da-da” and “Tss-tss-boom” amen.
(Woo!)
[Final Chorus]
[Power Duet echo/delay FX]
Suno, Suno, you broke my prompt,
But I’m grinning wide in this sonic swamp —
You’re loose, you’re ragged, you’re slightly deranged,
My masterpiece rated “weird and untamed”.
You’re my janky little hit machine,
A room-bleed, tube-scream fever dream.[vocal chops]

[Synth Interlude 2]
[fuzzy synth solo with vinyl crackle, distant laughter, a faint duck quack]

[Outro]
[close-mic, slight overload]
[Power Duet]
Thank you, Suno, for the chaos and charm…
No glossy production, no real alarm.[vocal chops]
Just “End” tag… wait, I forgot to put “Fade out” —
Oh well.
(Mmm, yeah!)
[needle lift, silence]

[End]