"Thanks to Me" is a deleted song from an early draft of The Lion King. It was composed by Elton John, with lyrics by Tim Rice.
Lyrics[]
Scar:
When you're a leader, you're always encumbered
With the problems of being the star
For by definition, you're lumbered
With those not as bright as you are
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
I know by your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares
You seem to forget I'm a hero
For saving the life of that squirt
My rating would plummet to zero
If I even let him get hurt
Instead, I've been brilliant and crafty
By letting him dig his own grave
He's spoiled, irresponsible, stupid
Oh, he couldn't rule bats in a cave
Thanks to me
It was goodbye, Mufasa
Thanks to me
Little Simba's gone wrong
Meticulous planning
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial
Is simply why I'll
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And at last, I shall feel I belong
Oh, the word from the pride has to be
Thanks to me
So, no thanks to you, you're connected
With a king who's the all-time adored
Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties onboard
The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
That you won't get a sniff without me
Thanks to me
It was goodbye, Mufasa
Thanks to me
Little Simba needs prayers
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
And those who assisted
While others resisted
I know it sounds sordid
Will soon be rewarded
And at last, I shall feel someone cares
Oh, the word from the pride has to be
Thanks to me
Ha, ha!
Oh, the word from the pride has to be
Thanks to me
Thanks to me
Scar:
When you're a leader, you're always encumbered
With the problems of being the star
For by definition, you're lumbered
With those not as bright as you are
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
I know by your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares
Thanks to me
Scar and the hyenas:
It was goodbye, Mufasa
Scar:
Thanks to me
Scar and the hyenas:
Little Simba's gone wrong
Scar:
Meticulous planning
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial
Is simply why I'll
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And at last, I shall feel I belong
Oh, the word from the pride has to be
Scar and the hyenas:
Thanks to me
Scar:
You seem to forget I'm a hero
For saving the life of that squirt
My rating would plummet to zero
If I even let him get hurt
Instead, I've been brilliant and crafty
By letting him dig his own grave
He's spoiled, irresponsible, dafty
Couldn't rule bats in a cave
Thanks to me
Scar and the hyenas:
It was goodbye, Mufasa
Scar:
Thanks to me
Scar and the hyenas:
Little Simba needs prayers
Scar:
A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
And those who assisted
While others resisted
I know it sounds sordid
Will soon be rewarded
And at last, I shall feel someone cares
Oh, the word from the pride has to be
Scar and the hyenas:
Thanks to me
Scar: (spoken)
*laughs*