Humiliate the Boy [Italian translation]

Jafar:

Seize the good times!

Too bad they never last

Especially for an urchin

With a questionable past

Ah, yes, these were the good times

Hope you liked them, little friend

'Cause here is where the good times

Most decidedly must end

Iago?

Iago:

Sir?

Jafar:

Oh, it's a thrill

Oh, it's such fun

To see another fellow's dreams

Turn into nightmares, one by one

It's such a lark

It's such a joy

To roll our sleeves up and humiliate the boy

Oh, it's a kick

Oh, it's a bash

When we remove the fancy turban

And the neatly trimmed mustache

And now let's repossess the clothes

Iago:

D'ya think we ought to?

Jafar:

Why by coy?

C'mon, let's do it

Let's humiliate the boy

Once he was proud

Once he was fine

The very model of Arabian design

But such is fate

Iago:

Too bad, tsk-tsk

Jafar:

I guess he'll have to learn the hard way

Both:

Rubbing lamps involves some risk

Jafar:

And it's so rich

And it's so rare

To take his shirt, his shoes, his jewelry

Iago:

And then we'll thin his hair

Jafar:

Oh, we'll emasculate him slowly

Both:

All the better to enjoy

How delicious, to humiliate the boy

Jafar:

What were the horses?

Genie:

They were roaches

Jafar:

And the camels?

Genie:

They were gnats

Jafar:

And the elephant?

Genie:

His monkey - and the rest of 'em were rats

Jafar:

They were rodents?

Genie:

Yes, diseased ones

Jafar:

Oh, how very, very sad

Change them back now, that's an order

Take everything you gave him

All the magic stuff away

Leave him dirty, poor and penniless

Genie:

But, sir . . .

Jafar:

Do as I say!

Now let it rain

Now let it storm

Iago:

Now send some flies into the picture

Jafar:

'Bout how many?

Iago:

Oh, a swarm

Jafar:

Now let 'er rip

Dont be repressed

Keep on destroying things

I've always felt it's what you do the best

Both:

Let him have it! Atta Genie!

Since you're now in our employ

Jafar:

It's your pleasure to ruin him!

Iago:

Wreck him!

Jafar:

I want him neutralized!