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The Madness of King Scar |
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Music by Elton John, lyrics by Tim Rice |
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Scar: |
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Zazu, why am I not loved? |
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I am that rare and awesome thing |
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I'm every inch a king |
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Yet I feel a twinge of doubt |
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As I go walk about |
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Banzai: |
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Hey, boss! |
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Scar: |
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When my name is whispered through the pride |
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Is this talk of love or regicide? |
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Shenzi: |
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Reggie who? |
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Scar: |
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Tell me I'm adored |
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Please tell me I'm adored |
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Banzai: |
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Hey, boss! |
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Scar: |
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Oh, what is it? |
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Banzai: |
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We got a bone to pick with you |
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Shenzi: |
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There's no food, no water-- |
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Banzai: |
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Yeah. It's dinnertime, and there ain't no |
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stinkin' entrees! |
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Scar: |
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Oh, you and your petty complaints. You don't know what real hunger is. |
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Day after day it gnaws at the very core of my being |
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Banzai: |
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I had that once. It was worms |
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Scar: |
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No, no, no... it's like an itch... deep, persistent, profound... |
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Banzai: |
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That's it-- worms! When they get really bad all you gotta do is... hunker |
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down and scoot |
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Scar: |
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Thanks for the tip. Ingrates! If it weren't for me you'd be beating off |
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buzzards for your next bite! |
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Shenzi & Banzai: |
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Yeah, you're our savior, thanks a bunch |
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But how about some lunch? |
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It doesn't matter if it's fresh |
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I need a fix of flesh |
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My bones have moved to where they've never been |
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They are on the outside looking in |
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Scar: |
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Are you blaming me? |
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Shenzi & Banzai: |
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Oh no, it's the lionesses |
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You are so adored |
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Oh, you are so adored |
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Scar: |
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That's more like it |
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Shenzi & Banzai: |
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But what I'd give for one more hit |
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Of wildebeest kielbasa |
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Or maybe hornbill on the spit... |
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Zazu: |
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Oh, how I miss Mufasa |
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Scar: |
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Mufasa?! Mufasa?! How dare you! I told you never to mention that name! |
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Zazu: |
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Note taken. I shall never mention "M-m-m" again |
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Scar: |
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Even in death, his shadow looms over me |
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There he is! |
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No! There he is! |
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And there! |
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Zazu: |
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Calm yourself, Sire, or you'll get another one of your splitting |
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headaches! |
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Scar: |
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I am perfectly fine! |
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I'm better than Mufasa was |
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I'm revered |
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I am reviled |
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I'm idolized |
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I am despised |
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I'm keeping calm |
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I'm going wild! |
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I tell myself I'm fine |
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Yes I am, no you're not |
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Yes I am, no you're not |
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I tell myself I'm fine |
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No you're not, yes I am, no you're not |
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Yes I am |
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No you're not |
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Yes, no, yes, no, who am I talking to...? |
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Zazu: |
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Oh, pull yourself together, Sire! |
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Scar: |
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Oh, very well. Zazu? Zazu, Zazu, Zazu...? |
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Zazu: |
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Yes, Sire? |
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Scar: |
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Nobody loved me, there's the rub, not even as a cub |
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What did my brother have that I don't have? |
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Zazu: |
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Do you want the short list or the long? |
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Scar: |
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Whatever! |
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Zazu: |
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Well, he had adoring subjects... a loving family... a devoted queen... |
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Scar: |
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That's it! I need a queen! |
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Zazu: |
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A what? |
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Scar: |
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A queen, man! A queen! Without a queen, what am I? A dead end, no line, no |
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descendants, no future. With a queen, I'll have cubs... Immortality will |
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be mine! Immortality will be mine! |
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Nala: |
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Scar |
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Scar: |
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Ah, Nala... Your timing couldn't have been more perfect. My how you've |
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grown |
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Nala: |
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Scar, you have got to do something. We're being forced to overhunt |
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Scar: |
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She's got those assets feminine |
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Nala: |
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You're the king. Control the hyenas |
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Scar: |
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I have to make her mine |
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Nala: |
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You're destroying the Pridelands |
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Scar: |
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Nobility in every gene |
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Nala: |
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If we don't stop now.. Don't you see... |
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Scar: |
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She has to be my queen |
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Nala: |
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...there's still a chance for things to be all right again... |
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Scar: |
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Come, sweet Nala |
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It's written in the stars |
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Nala: |
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What are you doing? Are you listening to me? |
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Scar: |
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We'll create a host of little Scars |
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Nala: |
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What are you talking about? |
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Scar: |
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Tell me I'm adored |
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Nala: |
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Get away from me |
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Scar: |
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Tell me I'm adored |
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Oh, Nala... you know how I loathe violence... One way or another, you will |
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be mine |
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Nala: |
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Never, Scar. Never! |
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Scar: |
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You belong to me |
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You all belong to me |
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