Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you say my collection’s complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the prince, the boy who has everything?
Back at my home, there’s treasure untold.
How many secrets can Outworld’s Krypt hold?Looking around here, you’d think, “Yeah, he's got everything.”
I've got daggers and nunchucks a-plenty.
I've got gemstones and gold by the ton.
You want finely-pressed suits? I've got twenty!
But who cares? Well, not me. That’s no fun.
I want to be where the mortals are.
I want to see, want to see them dancing,
Ever so light on their – pass me that brandy.
Ah - feet!
Stuck on a throne, you don't get too far.
Wealth’s not required for jumping, dancing,Strolling along down the – how much did this cost?
Street.
Down where they walk, down where they run,
Down where they play all day in the sun.Wandering free, wish I could be
Part of that world.
What would I give if I could live
Far from that hustle?What would I pay to spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Bet in your land, they understand.
Bet they don’t make their princes bustle.Bright young meadows, lacking shadows.
Where would I stand?
I’m ready to know what the mortals know.
Ask them my questions and get some answers.What's Firaga, and what makes it – how you say?
Burn?
When's it my turn? I want to go,
Go to explore that world down below.
No wealth for me... Go to explore that world down below.
Wish I could be...
Part of your world.
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