Tulio:

I hardly think I'm qualified

To come across all sanctified.

I just don't cut it with the cherubim.


Miguel:

(Tulio, what are you talking about?!)

There again, they're on their knees.

Being worshiped is a breeze,

Which rather suits us in the interim.


Tulio:
Interim, interim. It's me and him.

Oh, my God!


Both:
It's tough to be a god!


Tulio:

Tread where mortals have not trod

Be deified when really you're a sham

Be an object of devotion,

Be the subject of psalms.


Miguel:

It's a rather touching notion,

All those prayers and those salaams.


Tulio:

And who am I to bridle

If I'm forced to be an idol?

If they say that I'm a god, that's what I am!

What's more, if we don't comply,

With the locals' wishes,

I can see us being sacrificed or stuffed.


Miguel:
(You have a point there, very good thinking.)

So, let's be gods; the perks are great.


Tulio:

(Yeah.)


Miguel:

El Dorado on a plate.


Tulio:

(Thank you!)


Miguel:

Local feelings should not be rebuffed.


Tulio:

Never rebuff, never rebuff a local feeling,

No, my friend!


Both:

It's tough to be a god,

But if you get the people's nod,

Count your blessings, keep 'em sweet, that's our advice.


Miguel:

(It's great advice!)


Both:

Be a symbol of perfection.


Miguel:

Be a legend!

Both:

Be a cult!

Take their praise, take a collection

As the multitudes exalt.


Miguel:

Don a supernatural habit,


Tulio:

We'd be crazy not to grab it!


Miguel:

(You got it!)


Both:

So, sign on two new gods for paradise...

Par-a-dise!