Lyricist : Kevin Quinn/Randy Peterson
Composer : Kevin Quinn/Randy Peterson
I must admit, your parlor tricks are amusing
I bet you've got a bunny under your hat
Now here's your chance to get the best of me, hope your hand is hot
Come on, clown, let's see what you've got
You try to slam me with your hardest stuff
But your double whammy isn't up to snuff
I'll set the record straight, you're simply out of date
You're only second rate
You think your cat's a meanine, but your tiger's tame
You've got a lot to learn about the genie game
So for your education, I'll reiterate
You're only second rate
Men cower at the power in my pinky
My thumb is number one on every list
But if you're not convinced that I'm invincible, put me to the test
I'd love to lay this rivalry to rest
Go ahead and zap me with the big surprise
Snap me in a trap, cut me down to size
I'll make a big escape, it's just a piece of cake
You're only second rate
You know, your hocus-pocus isn't tough enough
And your mumbo-jumbo doesn't measure up
Let me pontificate upon your sorry state
You're only second rate
Zaba-caba-dabra
Granny's gonna grab ya
Alakazam-da-mus, and this thing's bigger than the both of us
So spare me your tremendous scare
You look horrendous in your underwear
And I can hardly wait to discombobulate
I'll send ya back and packing in a shipping crate
You'll make a better living with a spinning plate
You're only second rate
