ZIRA:

Sleep, my little Kovu

Let your dreams take wing

One day when you're big and strong

You will be a king

ZIRA:

I've been e iled, persucuted

Left alone with no defense

When I think of what that brute did

I get a little tense

But I dream a dream so pretty

That I don't feel so depressed

'Cause it soothes my inner kitty

And it helps me get some rest

The sound of Simba's dying gasp

His daughter squealing in my grasp

His lionesses' mournful cry

That's my lullaby

Now the past I've tried forgetting

And my foes I could forgive

Trouble is, I knows it's petty

But I hate to let them live

NUKA:

So you found yourself somebody

who'd chase Simba up a tree

ZIRA:

Oh, the battle may be bloody,

but that kind of works for me

The melody of angry growls

A counterpoint of painful howls

A symphony of death, oh my!

That's my lullaby

Scar is gone... but Zira's still around

To love this little lad

Till he learns to be a killer

With a lust for being bad!

NUKA:

Sleep, ya little termite!

Uh I mean, precious little thing!

VITANI:

One day when you're big and strong

ZIRA:

You will be a king!

The pounding of the drums of war

The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar

NUKA:

The joy of vengeance

VITANI:

Testify!

ZIRA:

I can hear the cheering

NUKA and VITANI:

Kovu! What a guy!

ZIRA:

Payback time is nearing

And then our flag will fly

Against a blood red sky

That's my lullaby!