Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves, Scheherazad-ie 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, pizzaz, 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, Ho-ho-ho
Life is your restaurant, And I'm your maitre'd
C'mon whisper what it is you...
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