Композитор: Alan Menken
Автор слов: David Zippel
So you wanna be a hero, kid, well, whoop-de-do
I have been around the block before with blockheads just like you
Each and every one was disappointment
Pain for which there ain't no ointment
So much for excuses
Though a kid of Zeus is
Asking me to jump into the fray
My answer is two words.... okay
I'd given up hope that someone would come along
A fella who'd ring the bell for once not the gong
The kind who wins trophies
Won't settle for low fees
At least semipro fees
But no, I get the greenhorn
I've been out to pasture, pal, my ambition gone
Content to spend lazy days and to graze my lawn
But you need an advisor
A satyr, but wiser
A good merchandiser
And there goes my ulcer
I'm down to one last hope and I hope it's you
Though, kid, you're not exactly a dream come true
I trained enough turkeys
Who never came through
You're my only last hope
So you'll have to do
Demigods have faced the odds and ended up a mockery
Don't believe in the stories that you read on all the crockery
To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art
Like painting a masterpiece it's a work of heart
It takes more then sinew
Comes down to what's in you
You have to continueTo grow!
I'm down to one last shot and my last high note
Before that blasted underworld gets my goat
My dreams are on you, kid
Go make 'em come true
Climb that uphill slope
Keep pushing that envelope
You're my one last hope
And, kids, it's up to you
Yeah!
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