1: Kit gettin’ late, have you seen my mates?Ma,

Norma JeanThough I never knew you at allYou had

If you feel that it's real I'm on trialAnd I'm here

sound)Uh, uh, uhUh, uh, was justified when I

1: Foy a little explosion of hopeNever turns the

breath is a prayer of some kindI breathe in,

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

When are you gonna come down?When are you going to land?I

as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn, my pops

MRS. Mrs. MRS. Rocky, Booger

you see the first man on the moon?Have you

Hakuna MatataHakuna MatataHakuna MatataHakuna MatataHakuna MatataHakuna MatataOooooohhhhhHakuna MatataHakuna MatataWhen I was

You tell me there's an angel in your treeDid he say

1: Fred I guess it would be nice, if

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

oh, ohFortune favors the braveOh, ohFortune favors the have

can't control this flesh and bloodThat's wrapped around my

and onThe story of our lives goes on and

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

if you want a role modelOf a life most blissfully