Perfect World

There are despots and dictators

Political manipulators

There are blue bloods with the intellects of fleas

There are kings and petty tyrants

Who are so lacking in refinements

They'd be better suited swinging from the trees

He was born and raised to rule

No one has ever been this cool

In a thousand years of aristocracy

An enigma and a mystery

In Meso American History

The quintessence of perfection that is he

He's the sovereign lord of the nation

He's the hippest dude in creation

He's a hep cat in the emperor's new clothes

Years of such selective breeding

Generations have been leading

To this miracle of life that we all know

What's his name?

Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco...

He's the sovereign lord of the nation

He's the hippest cat in creation

He's the alpha, the omega, a to z

And this perfect world will spin

Around his every little whim

'Cause this perfect world begins and ends with him

What's his name?

Kuzco, Kuzco, Kuzco...