Toy Story
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles....
From your nice warm bed
Oh, I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where it's flat and immense
And the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to be seen than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
It's possible she wants you too
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all
I had friends
I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doing the best I can to carry on
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?
I'm gonna be the main event
Like no king was before
I'm brushing up on looking down
I'm working on my roar
Here we go, in the sauce
And some flour, I think just a dab
Then I stuff you with bread
It don't hurt, 'cause you're dead
I'll finally see a summer breeze, blow away a winter storm
And find out what happens to solid water when it gets warm!
It's time for Woody's Roundup
He's the very best
He's the rootinest tootinest cowboy
In the wild wild west
Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
The men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore
Yet on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
Do you want to build a snowman?
Or ride our bike around the halls?
I think some company is overdue
Don't you tell me I'm not the one
Don't you tell me I ain't no fun
Just tell me you love me like I love you
Oh it's sad Aladdin has hit the bottom
He's become a a one-man rise in crime
I'd blame parents except he hasn't got 'em
Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Tell you all about it when I got the time!
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the Savannah after every meal
I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned
Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They sad 'cause they in their bowl
Our mental synchronization
Can have but one explanation
I was a lonesome cowboy
I didn't have a friend
Now I got friends comin' out of my ears
I'll never be lonesome again
You got some power in your corner now
Some heavy ammunition in your camp
You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how
See all you gotta do is rub that lamp
There's a calm surrender
To the rush of day
When the heat of a rolling wave
Can be turned away
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions
And get some answers
What's a fire and why does it
What's the word? burn?
Is it the clumpy way he walks?
Or the grumpy way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet?