JAFAR: Seize the good times! Too bad they never last Especially for an urchin With a questionable past Ah, yes, these were the good times Hope you liked them, little friend 'Cause here is where the good times Most decidedly must end
Iago?
IAGO: Sir?
JAFAR: Oh, it's a thrill Oh, it's such fun To see another fellow's dreams Turn into nightmares, one by one It's such a lark It's such a joy To roll our sleeves up and humiliate the boy
Oh, it's a kick Oh, it's a bash When we remove the fancy turban And the neatly trimmed mustache And now let's repossess the clothes
IAGO: D'ya think we ought to?
JAFAR: Why by coy? C'mon, let's do it Let's humiliate the boy
Once he was proud Once he was fine The very model of Arabian design But 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 rich And it's so rare To 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 enjoy How 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 sad Change them back now, that's an order Take everything you gave him All the magic stuff away Leave him dirty, poor and penniless
GENIE: But, sir . . .
JAFAR: Do as I say!
Now let it rain Now let it storm
IAGO: Now send some flies into the picture
JAFAR: 'Bout how many?
IAGO: Oh, a swarm
JAFAR: Now let 'er rip Dont be repressed Keep on destroying things I've always felt it's what you do the best
BOTH: Let him have it! Atta Genie! Since you're now in our employ