I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
And where do we feature?
Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid
But you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice deliciously squared
Yeah, Be prepared. Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh. ...For what?
For the deaths of the elders.
Why? Are they sick?
No, fool-- we're going to kill 'em. And the shit-stirrer too.
Great idea! Who needs the elders?
[Relic (and then Drummer):]
No elders! No elders! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be an elder!
Hey, but you said, uh...
I will be king! ...Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
[Relic and Drummer:]
Yaay! All right! Long live the king!
Long live the king! Long live the king!
It's great that we'll soon be connected.
With a king who'll be all-time adored.
Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a sniff without me!
So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
(Oooh... La! La! La!)
(We'll have food!)
(Lots of food)
Decades of denial
Is simply why I'll
Be king undisputed
And seen for the wonder I am
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared