Well, A li Ba ba had them for ty thieves.

Sche her a za de had a thou sand tales.

But, mas ter, you in luck, ’cause up your sleeves you got a brand of mag ic nev er fails.

You got some pow er in your cor ner now, some heav y am mu ni tion in your camp.

You got some punch, pi zazz, ya hoo, and how!

See, all you got ta do is rub that lamp.

And I’ll say Mis ter A lad din sir, what will your pleas ure be?

Let me take your or der, jot it down.

You ain’t nev er had a friend like me.

No, no, no.

Life is your res tau rant and I’m your mai tre d’.

C’ mon, whis per what it is you want.

You ain’t nev er had a friend like me.

Yes, sir, we pride our selves on ser vice.

You’re the boss, the king, the shah.

Say what you wish.

It’s yours!

True dish, how ’bout a lit tle more bak la va?

Have some of col umn “A.” Try all of col umn “B.” I’m in the mood to help you, dude.

You ain’t nev er had a friend, nev er had a friend, you ain’t nev er had a friend, nev er had a friend.

You ain’t nev er had a friend

like

me.

Wa ah ah.

Wa ah ah.

You ain’t nev er had a friend like me.

Ha!