Haman's Song
Your Highness I believe there is much to fear
Really? Those Peoni's are no longer here
A much greater danger may await you now
How's that possible?
With permission, Your Highness
I'll tell you how
Go on
It's my duty to inform you and if I'm correct
To ignore this great emergency
Would be neglect it's the motto of my office
Serve and protect
There are those who walk among
Us who show no respect
Really?
The law must be adjusted
There are those who can't be trusted
Oh, my goodness tell me about these people
A sneaky little family who
Do sneaky little things
Who stick their sneaky noses into
Matters of the king
I fear if they're not dealt with -
The prospect makes me weep -
A zucchini-shaped sarcophagus is
Where you'll sleep
Really? The nerve!
I am disgusted!
There are those who can't be trusted
That sure doesn't sound like a nice family
Nope your Highness I believe we
Must act with speed
Agreed, say the word
I'll give you what you need
A simple solution but you must act now
Well, how can I help?
With permission, Your Highness
I'll tell you how
Go on
After careful calculation I've got
Just the thing
We'll send to the dreaded isle of tickling
But before I can take action
We have to close the deal
And it needs the kingly imprint
Of your royal seal
I agree! They must be busted!
There are those who can't be trusted
That sneaky little family who
Do sneaky little things
Who stick their sneaky noses into
Matters of the king
For crimes against the kingdom
The punishment is steep!
The isle of endless tickling
Is where they'll sleep
The law is now adjusted
For those who can't be trusted
Ha! Mordecai is busted!
There are those who can't be trusted