Friend Like Me (work tape) Songtext
von Alan Menken

Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves

Sheherezade had a thousand tales
But master you in luck ′cause up your sleeves
You got a brand of magic never fails
You got some power in your corner now
Some heavy ammunition in your camp
You got some punch, pizazz, yahoo and how
See all you gotta do is rub that lamp
And I'll say
Mister Aladdin, sir

What will your pleasure be?
Let me take your order
Jot it down
You ain′t never had a friend like me
Life is your restaurant
And I'm your maitre'd


C′mon whisper what it is you want
You ain′t never had a friend like me
Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service
You're the boss

The king, the shah
Say what you wish
It′s yours! True dish
How about a little more Baklava?
Have some of column "A"
Try all of column "B"

I'm in the mood to help you dude
You ain′t never had a friend like me
Can your friends do this?
Can your friends do that?

Do your friends pull this out their little hat?
Can you friends go, poof!
Well, looky here
Can your friends go, Abracadabra, let're rip
And then make the sucker disappear?
So doncha sit there slack jawed, buggy eyed
I′m here to answer all your midday prayers


You got me bona fide, certified
You got a genie for your charge d'affaires
I got a powerful urge to help you out
So what-cha wish? I really wanna know
You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt
Well, all you gotta do is rub like so-and oh
Mister Aladdin, sir, have a wish or two or three
I′m on the job, you big nabob
You ain′t never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain′t never ever friend like me
You ain't never had a friend like me