Perfect World
Music by Sting and David Hartley
Lyrics by Sting
Performed
by Tom Jones
There are despots and dictators
Political
manipulators
There are blue bloods with the 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
That's his name
Kuzco
He's
the king of the world
Kuzco, Kuzco
Is he hip or what?
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
'Cause this perfect world begins and ends with
What's
his name?
Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco
Kuzco
What's his name?
Kuzco, Kuzco
Is
he hip or what?
Kuzco
Don't you know he's the king of
the world
Kuzco, Kuzco