Words by Howard Ashman
Music by Alan Menken
Performed by Bruce Adler

Oh I come from a land
From a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear /Where it's flat and immense
If they don't like your face /And the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey--it's home!
When the wind's at your back
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down,
Stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
To another Arabian night!
Arabian nights
Like Arabian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
Arabian nights
'Neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes.

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

One Jump Ahead

Words by Tim Rice
Music by Alan Menken
Performed by Brad Kane

ALADDIN:
Gotta keep...one jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can't afford
That's everything!
One jump ahead of the lawmen
That's all, and that's no joke
These guys don't appreciate I'm broke!

GUARDS:
Riffraff! Street rat!
Scoundrel! Take that!

ALADDIN:
Just a little snack, guys!

GUARDS:
Rip him open, take it back guys!

ALADDIN:
I can take a hint, gotta face the facts
You're my only friend, Abu!

WOMEN:
Who?!?
Oh, it's sad Aladdin's hit the bottom
He's become a one-man rise in crime

WOMAN:
I'd blame parents, except he hasn't got 'em!

ALADDIN:
Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Tell you all about it when I got the time!
One jump ahead of the slowpokes
One skip ahead of my doom
Next time gonna use a nom de plume.
One jump ahead of the hitmen
One hit ahead of the flock
I think I'll take a stroll around the block.

CROWD:
Stop, thief! Vandal!
Outrage! Scandal!

ALADDIN:
Let's not be too hasty

LADY:
Still I think he's rather tasty

ALADDIN:
Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Otherwise we'd get along!

GUARDS:
WRONG!

ALADDIN:
One jump ahead of the hoofbeats!

CROWD:
Vandal!

ALADDIN:
One hop ahead of the hump!

CROWD:
Street rat!

ALADDIN:
One trick ahead of disaster

CROWD:
Scoundrel!
ALADDIN:
They're quick--but I'm much faster

CROWD:
Take that!

ALADDIN:
Here goes, better throw my hand in
Wish me happy landin'
All I gotta do is jump!

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

One Jump Ahead (Repise)

Words by Tim Rice
Music by Alan Menken
Performed by Brad Kane

Riffraff, street rat.
I don't buy that.
If only they'd look closer
Would they see a poor boy? No siree.
They'd find out, there's so much more to me.

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

Friend Like Me

Words by Howard Ashman
Music by Alan Menken
Performed by Robin Williams

Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves
Scheherazadie had a thousand tales
But master you in luck 'cause up your sleeve
You got a brand of magic never fails!
You got some power in your corner now
Some heavy ammunition in your camp
You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how
See all you gotta do is rub that lamp
And I'll say
Mister Aladdin sir
What will your pleasure be?
Let me take your order, jot it down
You ain't never had a friend like me
No no no!
Life is your restaurant
And I'm your maitre' d!
C'mon whisper what it is you want
You ain't never had a friend like me.
Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service
You're the boss, the king, the shah!
Say what you wish, it's yours! True dish
How about a little more Baklava?
Try some of column 'A'
Try all of column 'B'
I'm in the mood to help you dude
You ain't never had a friend like me
Can your friends do this?
Do your friends do that?
Do your friends pull this out their little hat
Can your friends go poof!
Well looky here
Can your friends go Abracadabra, let 'er rip
And then make the sucker disappear?
So don't you sit there slack jawed, buggy eyed
I'm here to answer all your midday prayers
You got me bona fide, certified
You got a genie for a charg? d'affairs!
I got a powerful urge to help you out
So what you wish I really want to know
You got a wish that's three miles long, no doubt
So all you gotta do is rub like so, and oh!
Mister Aladdin, sir, have a wish or two or three
I'm on the job, you big nabob
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never...had a... friend... like...me!
You ain't never had a friend like me!

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

Prince Ali

Words by Howard Ashman
Music by Alan Menken
Performed by Robin Williams

MARCHERS:
Make way for Prince Ali!

SWORDSMEN:
Say hey! It's Prince Ali!

MAJOR:
Hey, clear the way in the old bazaar,
Hey you, let us through, it's a bright new star,
Now come, be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way, here he comes,
Ring bells, bang the drums.
You're gonna love this guy
Prince Ali, fabulous he, Ali Ababwa!
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee
Now try your best to stay calm
Brush up your Sunday Salaam
And come and meet his spectacular coterie.
Prince Ali, mighty is he, Ali Ababwa!
Strong as ten regular men, definitely
He faced the galloping hordes
A hundred bad guys with swords
Who sent those goons to their lords, why Prince Ali!

CHORUS OF MEN:
He's got seventy-five golden camels!

HARRY:
Don't they look lovely, June?

CHORUS OF WOMEN:
Purple peacocks, he's got fifty-three!

JUNE:
Fabulous, Harry, I love the feathers!

GENIE:
When it comes to exotic type mammals
Has he got a zoo, I'm telling you
It's a world class menagerie!

GENIE and GIRLS (in counterpoint):
Prince Ali, Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa
There's no question this Ali's alluring
That physique, how can I speak
Never ordinary, never boring
Weak at the knee
Everything about the man just plain impresses
Well, get on out in that square
He's a winner, he's a whiz, a wonder
Adjust your veil and prepare
He's about to pull my heart asunder
To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali!
And I absolutely love the way he dresses!

CHORUS:
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys!
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys! And to view them, he charges no fee!
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies!
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim, love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali! Prince Ali!

GENIE:
Prince Ali!
Amorous he! Ali Ababwa
Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see!
And that,good people, is why
He got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that warble on key
Make way for Prince Ali!

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

A Whole New World

Words by Tim Rice
Music by Alan Menken
Performed by Brad Kane and Lea Salonga

ALADDIN:
I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid.
Tell me princess, now when did you last
Let your heart decide?
I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways, and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world!
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming

JASMINE:
A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you!

ALADDIN:
Now I'm in a whole new world with you!

JASMINE:
Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky

JASMINE:
A whole new world!

ALADDIN:
Don't you dare close your eyes

JASMINE:
An hundred thousand things to see

ALADDIN:
Hold your breath--it gets better!

JASMINE:
I'm like a shooting star,
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be!

ALADDIN:
A whole new world!

JASMINE:
Every turn a surprise

ALADDIN:
With new horizons to pursue

JASMINE:
Every moment, red-letter

BOTH:
I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you
A whole new world
That's where we'll be

ALADDIN:
A thrilling chase

JASMINE:
A wondrous place

BOTH:
For you and me!

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

Prince Ali (Repise)

Words by Tim Rice
Music by Alan Menken
Performed by Jonathan Freeman

Prince Ali
Yes, it is he,
But not as you know him.
Read my lips and come to grips
With reality
Yes, meet a blast from your past
Whose lies were too good to last
Say hello to your precious Prince Ali!
So Ali turns out to be merely Aladdin
Just a con, need I go on?
Take it from me
His personality flaws
Give me adequate cause
To send him packing on a one-way trip
So his prospects take a terminal dip
His assets frozen, the venue chosen
Is the ends of the earth, whoopee!
So long,
Ex-Prince Ali!

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -