There are despots and dictators Political manipulators There are blue bloods with intellects of fleas There are kings and petty 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 this cool In a thousand years of aristocracy An enigma and a mystery In Meso American History The quintessence of perfection that is he
He's the sovereign lord of the nation He's the hippest dude in creation He's a hep cat in the emperor's new clothes Years of such selective breeding Generations have been leading To this miracle of life that we all know
What's his name? Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco...
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 'Cos this perfect world begins and ends with him
What's his name? Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco...
You'd be the coolest dude in the nation Or the hippest cat in creation But if you ain't got friends then nothing's worth the fuss A perfect world will come to be When everybody here can see That a perfect world begings and ends That a perfect world begings and ends with us
What's his name? Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco...
Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco