| From the soundtrack «The Road To El Dorado»
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| I hardly think I’m qualified
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| To come across all sanctified
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| I just don’t cut it with the cherubim
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| There again they’re on their knees
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| Being worshipped is a breeze
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| Which rather suits us in the interim
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| It’s tough to be a God
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| Tread where mortals have not trod
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| Be deified when really you’re a sham
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| Be an object of devotion
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| Be the subject of psalms
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| It’s a rather touching notion
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| All those prayers and those salaams
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| And who am I to bridle if I’m forced to be an idol
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| If they say that I’m a God, that’s what I am What’s more, if we don’t comply
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| With the locals' wishes
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| I can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
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| So let’s be Gods, the perks are great
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| El Dorado on a plate
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| Local feelings should not be rebuffed
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| It’s tough to be a God
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| But if you get the people’s nod
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| Count your blessings, keep them sweet, that’s our advice
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| Be a symbol of perfection
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| Be a legend, be a cult
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| Take their praise, take a collection
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| As the multitudes exalt
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| Don a supernatural habit
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| We’d be crazy not to grab it So sign up two new Gods for paradise
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| Paradise |