Talk:My Finest Hour/@comment-44636159-20191210021550

For my best guess on the word salad, see below. Hopefully someone with the real lyrics will come along, though!

Oh, I love it when you say Little words like ‘afraid’, what a thrill! And you, my porky protégé Are the means I shall use to instill Trepidation, terror In the hearts of those who kept me out Of power! So, prepare to bust a gut As I unleash a glut Of wishes: nothing but My finest hour!

Finders keepers, buckaroo! What a joke you’ve become, Prince Ali You can order ‘til you’re blue! There’s a new order, now, bow to me! You're worse than foolish If you peasants aren't prepared to bow Then cower! Now, let’s really go to town Genie, rain this next wish down It's a killer and will drown— My finest hour!

Now, this pretty popinjay Mimed a part for your heart and blent in Au revoir, there’s nothing left to say For this road’s at its end, Prince Alley! ...Or should we say, Aladdin!? Your magic carpet Doesn’t hold a candle to a Flying tower! You’ll arrive beyond the pale With a rocket on your tail As your journey will unveil For a travail on a scale That would make a camel quail Here’s to your doom and dying wail At the world's end, all will hail My finest hour!