Perfect world
There are despots and dictators
Political manipulators
There are blue bloods with the intellects of fleas
There are kinds and catty tyrants
Who are so lacking in refinements
They'd be better suited swinging from the trees
He was born and raised to rule
No one has ever been as cool
In a thousand years of aristocracy
An enigma and a mystery
In Mesoamerican history
The quintessence of perfection that is he
He's the sovereign lord of the nation
He's the hippest cat in creation
He's the alpha, the omega, A to Z
And this perfect world will spin
Around his every little whim
'Cause this perfect world begins and ends with
What's his name?
Kuzco
That's his name
Kuzco
He's the king of the world
Kuzco
Is he hip or what?
Kuzco
Yeah
What's his name?
Kuzco
Kuzco
That's his name
Is he hip or what?
Don't you know he's the king of the world?
Whoa, yeah
Oww!
My funny friend and me
In the quiet time of evening
When the stars assume their patterns
And the day has made his journey
And we wondered just what happened
To the life we knew
Before the world changed
When not a thing I had
Was true
But you were kind to me
And you reminded me
That the world is not my playground
There are other things that matter
And what is simple needs protecting
Or my illusions all would shatter
But you stayed
In my corner
The only world I know was upside down
And now the world and me
We know you carry me
You see the patterns in the big sky
Those constellations look like you and I
Just like the patterns in the big sky
We could be lost, we could refuse to try
But we made it through
In the dark night
Who would those lucky guys turn out to be
But that unusual blend
Of my funny friend and me
I'm not as cleaver as I thought I was
I'm not the boy I used to be because
You show me something different
You show me something pure
I always seemed so certain, but I was really never sure
But you stayed
And you called my name
When others would have walked out on a lousy game
And look who made it through
But your funny friend and me
You see the patterns in the big sky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Those constellations look like you and I
That tiny planet and the bigger guy
I don't know whether I should laugh or cry
Just like the patterns in the big sky
We'll be together
We'll be together till the end this time
You don't know, you don't know
Don't know the answer or the reason why
We'll stick together
We'll stick together till the day we die
If I had to do this all a second time
I won't complain or make a fuss
Who would the angels send
But that unlikely blend
Of those 2 funny friends
That's us
