Timon & matataEr de klogeste ordHakuna matataKloger' end du

I got a busted wing and a hornet stingLike

packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour: 9 a.m. And

figured out where I went wrongThe script not followed

out here in the darknessI hear the howling windSometimes

looking at a funeral wagon rolling downA two-lane highway

1: up y'all, hold upNot yet Elton, hold upLet

no longer counting I'm not keeping scoreI could say

how about thisA little conversation tonightThinking aloud how we

MRS. Mrs. MRS. Rocky, Booger

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed, pirate

have I gotta do to make you love me?What

not the same as I used to beAll the

you see the first man on the moon?Have you

1: I gotta do to make you love me?What

is a many splendored thingLove lifts us up where we

may not believe itBut I don't believe in miracles

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

have been the right monthMust have been a good

Matata!What a wonderful Matata!Ain't no passing means no