Humiliate the Boy
Jafar:Seize the good times!Too bad they never lastEspecially for an urchinWith a questionable pastAh, yes, these were the good timesHope you liked them, little friend'Cause here is where the good timesMost decidedly must end
Iago?
Iago:Sir?
Jafar:Oh, it's a thrillOh, it's such funTo see another fellow's dreamsTurn into nightmares, one by oneIt's such a larkIt's such a joyTo roll our sleeves up and humiliate the boy
Oh, it's a kickOh, it's a bashWhen we remove the fancy turbanAnd the neatly trimmed mustacheAnd now let's repossess the clothes
Iago:D'ya think we ought to?
Jafar:Why by coy?C'mon, let's do itLet's humiliate the boy
Once he was proudOnce he was fineThe very model of Arabian designBut such is fate
Iago:Too bad, tsk-tsk
Jafar:I guess he'll have to learn the hard way
Both:Rubbing lamps involves some risk
Jafar:And it's so richAnd it's so rareTo take his shirt, his shoes, his jewelry
Iago:And then we'll thin his hair
Jafar:Oh, we'll emasculate him slowly
Both:All the better to enjoyHow delicious, to humiliate the boy
Jafar:What were the horses?
Genie:They were roaches
Jafar:And the camels?
Genie:They were gnats
Jafar:And the elephant?
Genie:His monkey - and the rest of 'em were rats
Jafar:They were rodents?
Genie:Yes, diseased ones
Jafar:Oh, how very, very sadChange them back now, that's an orderTake everything you gave himAll the magic stuff awayLeave him dirty, poor and penniless
Genie:But, sir . . .
Jafar:Do as I say!
Now let it rainNow let it storm
Iago:Now send some flies into the picture
Jafar:'Bout how many?
Iago:Oh, a swarm
Jafar:Now let 'er ripDont be repressedKeep on destroying thingsI've always felt it's what you do the best
Both:Let him have it! Atta Genie!Since you're now in our employ
Jafar:It's your pleasure to ruin him!
Iago:Wreck him!
Jafar:I want him neutralized!