Lyrics

Perfect World (Tom Jones)

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... (Ad libs)

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... (Ad libs)

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... (Ad libs)

Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco