A Place Called Slaughter Race [Italian translation]

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 end up dead

Other: Must get this party rollin'

Vanellope: Is that appliance stolen?

Shank: We have

Other: Falling wires, dumpster fires, creepy clowns and burning tires

Shank: That great white in the sewer

You'll be happy that you knew her

Vanellope: Fin bump!

Other: Dogs and cats, they sure taste great

With a side of license plate

Some find us deplorable

Vanellope: Well, I think you're adorable!

Shank: We may be a motley crew

But our hearts ring true

Other: And, just for you, a face tattoo!

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

Shank & Vanellope: This Slaughter Race!

Vanellope: I know I should go

But home feels so slow

These roads are paved with dreams

Other: Happy dreams, not creepy clown dreams

Vanellope: What would Ralph say if it turns out I'll stay

In this place called Slaughter Race?

In this place called Slaughter Race