holding backYou're hard to readYour a 21st century kindYou're

by Danny Keyz & DJ you can tell everybodyYeah,

the sunburned plains of far-off North AustraliaCame a fella

Look down there...(SIMBA looks down into a pool of

said, "I predictThat the world will end at half

and you we're not that prettyMe and you could

jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the

maestro! What's with that music? Eesh, something tells me

a case I guess of paradise lostTen years back

so strange he doesn't show meMore affection that he needsAlmost

knowing what they want of me that scares meIt's knowing,

1: Elton hardly think I'm qualifiedTo come across all

Everything is settled, immovable and calmNothing that has plagued our lives

Twentieth century blues are getting me downBlues, escape those dreary twentieth

1: George can't light no more of your darknessAll

my coat around meFeel the cold wind haunt meStreets

can see what's they don't have a fall

moi Simba, c’est moi le roi du royaume la

e MUFASA, Bom dia Majestade— Bom dia, Zazu— Eu

Lady D'ArbanvilleWhy do you sleep so still?I'll wake you