| So, ya wanna be a hero, kid?
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| Well, whoop-de-do!
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| I have been around the block before
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| With blockheads just like you
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| Each and ev’ryone a disappointment
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| Pain for which there ain’t no ointment
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| So much for excuses
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| Though a kid of Zeus is
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| Asking me to jump into the fray
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| My answer is two words —
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| O.K
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| You win
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| Oh gods
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| Oy vay!
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| I’d given up hope that someone would come along
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| A fellow who’d ring the bell for once
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| Not the gong
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| The kind who wins trophies
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| Won’t settle for low fees
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| At least semi-pro fees
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| But no — I get the greenhorn
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| I’ve been out to pasture pal, my ambition gone
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| Content to spend lazy days and to graze my lawn
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| But you need an advisor
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| A satyr, but wiser
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| A good merchandiser
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| And oohh!
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| There goes my ulcer!
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| I’m down to one last hope
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| And I hope it’s you
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| Though, kid, you’re not exactly
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| A dream come true
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| I’ve trained enough turkeys
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| Who never came through
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| You’re my one last hope
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| So you’ll have to do
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| Demigods have faced the odds
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| And ended up a mockery
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| Don’t believe the stories
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| That you read on all the crockery
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| To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art
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| Like painting a masterpiece, it’s a work of heart
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| It takes more than sinew
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| Comes down to what’s in you
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| You have to continue to grow
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| Now that’s more like it!
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| I’m down to one last shoot
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| And my last high note
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| Before that blasted Underworld
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| Gets my goat
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| My dreams are on you, kid
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| Go make 'em come true
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| Climb that uphil slope
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| Keep pushing that envelope
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| You’re my one last hope
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| And, kid, it’s up to you |