My Lullaby

Hush, my little one, you must be exhausted

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 dyin' 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 know its petty, but I hate to let them live

So you found yourself somebody who'll 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

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