Tim Rice - Friend Like Me lyrics

Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves Scheherazade 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 "Mr. 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' Come on, 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 Wah-ah-ah, mo-my Wah-ah-ah, no-no Wah-ah-ah, my my my Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that? Can your friends pull this out their little hat? Can your friends go poof? Hey, looky here [laugh] Can your friends go "Abracadabra," let 'er rip And then make the s**er disappear So don't you sit there slack-jawed, buggy-eyed I'm here to answer all your midnight 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's your 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 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... had a... friend... like me You ain't never had a friend like me!