Humiliate the Boy

Music by Alan Menken
Lyrics by Howard Ashman

JAFAR:
Seize the good times!
Too bad they never last
Especially for an urchin
With a questionable past
Ah, yes, these were the good times
Hope you liked them, little friend
'Cause here is where the good times
Most decidedly must end

Iago?

IAGO:
Sir?

JAFAR:
Oh, it's a thrill
Oh, it's such fun
To see another fellow's dreams
Turn into nightmares, one by one
It's such a lark
It's such a joy
To roll our sleeves up and humiliate the boy

Oh, it's a kick
Oh, it's a bash
When we remove the fancy turban
And the neatly trimmed mustache
And now let's repossess the clothes

IAGO:
D'ya think we ought to?

JAFAR:
Why by coy?
C'mon, let's do it
Let's humiliate the boy

Once he was proud
Once he was fine
The very model of Arabian design
But such is fate

IAGO:
Too bad, tsk-tsk

JAFAR:
I guess he'll have to learn the hard way

BOTH:
Rubbing lamps involves some risk

JAFAR:
And it's so rich
And it's so rare
To take his shirt, his shoes, his jewelry

IAGO:
And then we'll thin his hair

JAFAR:
Oh, we'll emasculate him slowly

BOTH:
All the better to enjoy
How delicious, to humiliate the boy

JAFAR:
What were the horses?

GENIE:
They were roaches

JAFAR:
And the camels?

GENIE:
They were gnats

JAFAR:
And the elephant?

GENIE:
His monkey - and the rest of 'em were rats

JAFAR:
They were rodents?

GENIE:
Yes, diseased ones

JAFAR:
Oh, how very, very sad
Change them back now, that's an order
Take everything you gave him
All the magic stuff away
Leave him dirty, poor and penniless

GENIE:
But, sir . . .

JAFAR:
Do as I say!

Now let it rain
Now let it storm

IAGO:
Now send some flies into the picture

JAFAR:
'Bout how many?

IAGO:
Oh, a swarm

JAFAR:
Now let 'er rip
Dont be repressed
Keep on destroying things
I've always felt it's what you do the best

BOTH:
Let him have it! Atta Genie!
Since you're now in our employ

JAFAR:
It's your pleasure to ruin him!

IAGO:
Wreck him!

JAFAR:
I want him neutralized!