My Lullaby

Sleep, my little Kovu
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king.

I've been exiled, persecuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense.

But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest.

The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby.

Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is, I knows it's petty
But I hate to let them live.

So you found yourself somebody
Who'd chase Simba up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody
But that kind of works for me.

The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby.

Scar is gone but Zira's still around
To love this little lad
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad!

Sleep, ya little termite!
Uh I mean, precious little thing!
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king!

The pounding of the drums of war
The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar
The joy of vengeance
Testify!
I can hear the cheering
Kovu! What a guy!
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!