Lyrics to Be Prepared
I never thought hyenas essential
They're crude and unspeakably plain
But maybe they've a glimmer of potential
If allied to my vision and brain
Ha-ha-ha
I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
And where do we feature?
Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid
But you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared!
Yeah, be prepared
Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh
...For what?
For the death of the king
Why? Is he sick?
No, fool—we're going to kill him. And Simba too
Great idea! Who needs a king?
No king! No king! La--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be a king!
Hey, but you said, uh
I will be king! ...Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
Yaay!
It's great that we'll soon be connected
With a king who'll be all-time adored
Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a sniff without me!
So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
(Ooh... La! La! La!)
Meticulous planning
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial
Is simply why I'll
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
They're crude and unspeakably plain
But maybe they've a glimmer of potential
If allied to my vision and brain
Ha-ha-ha
I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
And where do we feature?
Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid
But you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared!
Yeah, be prepared
Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh
...For what?
For the death of the king
Why? Is he sick?
No, fool—we're going to kill him. And Simba too
Great idea! Who needs a king?
No king! No king! La--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be a king!
Hey, but you said, uh
I will be king! ...Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
Yaay!
It's great that we'll soon be connected
With a king who'll be all-time adored
Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a sniff without me!
So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
(Ooh... La! La! La!)
Meticulous planning
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial
Is simply why I'll
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
