There are despots and dictators Political manipulators There are blue bloods with the intellects of fleas There are kings and petty tyrants Who are so lacking in refinements They'd be better suited swinging from the trees
He was born and raised to rule No one has ever been this cool In a thousand years of aristocracy An enigma and a mystery In Meso American History The quintessence of perfection that is he
He's the sovereign lord of the nation He's the hippest dude in creation He's a hep cat in the emperor's new clothes Years of such selective breeding Generations have been leading To this miracle of life that we all know
What's his name? Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco... He's the sovereign lord of the nation
He's the hippest cat in creation He's the alpha, the omega, a to z And this perfect world will spin Around his every little whim 'Cause this perfect world begins and ends with him
What's his name? Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
