Sleep, my little Kovu
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king!

I've been exiled, persecuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense

But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest

The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby!

Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is, I know it's petty
But I hate to let them live

So I found myself somebody
Who'll chase Simba up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody
But that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby!

Sleep, ya little termite!
Uh—I mean, precious little thing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king

The pounding of the drums of war!
The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar!
The joy of vengeance!
Testify!
I can hear the cheering
"Kovu! What a guy!"

Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!