The Phony King of the Pridelands

Oh the world will sing of a Lion King
A thousand years from now
And not because he just couldn't wait
Or even detail how
While bonny good Queen Uru finds
A betrothed for her laddies,
We'll all have to slave away
For that good-for-nothin' Ahadi

Incredible as he is inept,
Whenever the stories are told and sung,
They'll call him the phony king of the Pridelands!
A pox on the phony king of the Pridelands!

He sits alone in that big rock throne
Pretendin' he's the king,
A little cub who's rather like
A puppet on a string!
And he lashes out at little ones
if he cannot have his way!
Because he can't pick on someone his own size, son!
You see, he doesn't want to play!

He'll never be known as Ahadi the First!
He'll sure be known as Ahadi the Worst!
A pox on that phony king of the Pridelands!

While he bores us to pieces
And he makes ache our heads,
King Ahadi's mane keeps droopin' down
Around his pointed head
Ha!
And while there is a wily lass
in Uru's Royal pride,
We'll find a way to kick his ass
And take him for a ride!

And before he even hits the ground,
Ol' Lenaba will have what's "lion" around!
The queasy and uneasy king of the Pridelands

The snivellin', grovellin',
Measly, weasely
Blabberin', jabberin',
Gibberin', jabberin',
Blunderin',
Wheelin', dealin',
Consort Ahadi, that phony king of the Pridelands
Yeah!