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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny DeVito
Danny DeVito
Vocals
Michael Kosarin
Michael Kosarin
Vocal Conductor
John Miller
John Miller
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Composer
David Zippel
David Zippel
Lyrics
Danny Troob
Danny Troob
Orchestrator
Michael Kosarin
Michael Kosarin
Vocal Arranger
Brian Besterman
Brian Besterman
Orchestrator
Michael Starobin
Michael Starobin
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Producer
Frank Wolf
Frank Wolf
Mixing Engineer
John Richards
John Richards
Recording Engineer
Andrew Page
Andrew Page
Assistant Recording Engineer
B. Vibberts
B. Vibberts
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Marquette
Dave Marquette
Assistant Recording Engineer
Earl Ghaffari
Earl Ghaffari
Editing Engineer
Josh Abbey
Josh Abbey
Additional Engineer
Kathleen Fogarty-Bennett
Kathleen Fogarty-Bennett
Editing Engineer
Malcolm Pollack
Malcolm Pollack
Additional Engineer
Paul Wertheimer
Paul Wertheimer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Thom Cadley
Thom Cadley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Hardisty
Tom Hardisty
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

So, ya wanna be a hero, kid Well, whoop-dee-do I have been around the block before With blockheads just like you Each and everyone a disappointment Pain for which there ain't no ointment So much for excuses Though a kid of Zeus is Asking me to jump into the fray My answer is two words Okay, oh, oh You win Oh, gods Oy vay I'd given up hope that someone would come along A fellow who'd ring the bell for once, not the gong The kind who wins trophies Won't settle for low fees At least semi-pro fees but no I get the greenhorn I've been out to pasture pal, my ambition gone Content to spend lazy days and to graze my lawn But you need an advisor A satyr, but wiser A good merchandiser and whoa There goes my ulcer I'm down to one last hope and I hope it's you Though, kid, you're not exactly a dream come true I've trained enough turkeys Who never came through You're my one last hope so you'll have to do Demigods have faced the odds And ended up a mockery Don't believe the stories that You read on all the crockery To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art Like painting a masterpiece, it's a work of heart It takes more than sinew Comes down to what's in you You have to continue to grow Now that's more like it I'm down to one last shot and my last high note Before that blasted underworld gets my goat My dreams are on you, kid Go make 'em come true Climb that uphill slope Keep pushing that envelope You're my one last hope and, kid, it's up to you Yeah
Writer(s): Alan Menken, David Zippel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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