From this day onI own my father's gunWe dug a shallow

MatataÉ lindo Matata, sim vai com seus

anyone should see me makin' it down the highwayBreakin'

can see what's can't! they don't have

matata, what a wonderful matata, it ain't no passing

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

are you going to come down?When are you going

There's a calm surrenderTo the rush of dayWhen the heat of

I can't light no more of your darknessAll my pictures seem

do you really not remember about I

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

What have I got to do to make you love meWhat

the pines will be falling everywhereVillage children fight each

I'm building a birdFrom the wreck of a storySomething I once

may not believe itBut I don't believe in miracles

El Dorado, queen of citiesParadise so wisely hidOvershadows BarcelonaAragon, Castile, MadridWhere

never thought hyenas essentialThey're crude and unspeakably plainBut maybe

called us we were I hear

& ingonyama bagithi uhm ingonyama'Ngonyama ba boHi'

Lebo ingonyamaBagithi baba (Sithi uhm ingonyama)Uhm ingonyamaNants ingonyamaBagithi baba