I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
And where do we feature?
Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid
But you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues!
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared for what?
For the death of the king!
Why? Is he sick?
No, you fool, we're going to kill him... and Simba too!
Great idea! Who needs a king?
No king, No king, nah nah nah nah nah nah!
Idiots! There will BE a king!
But you just said...
I will be king!
Stick with me, and you'll never be hungry again!
YEA!!!!!! Long live the king!
It's great that we'll soon be connected
With a king who'll be all-time adored
Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a sniff without me
So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
(We'll have food!)
(Lots of food)
Decades of denial
Is simply why I'll
Be king undisputed
And seen for the wonder I am
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared