All Hail is a song from Tom and Jerry Back to Oz
Lyrics
First-class accommodations for everybody.
Ooh! If this is first class,
I'd hate to see coach.
What do we do now?
We simply wait for the next tornado
to sweep us away to Oz.
There should be another whirlwind along
in three to five weeks.
Can't your magic speed things up?
I'm sorry, but the only tornado
I can summon is bottle sized.
Of course, if I had some way
of making it bigger, I... Why I...
Oh! I know!
Don't we have enough tornados
in these parts?
Oh! This has to work.
Tornado bottle, please!
Uh, just a drop or two should do it.
Oh, yikes!
It's a regular monsoon!
Twister!
Well, look at all them hungry fairgoers.
Line up, folks!
I got plenty of baby backs for everyone!
Great hell in hot links!
Hey!
Good grub on this flight!
This is it! Next stop, Oz!
And I pray we're not too late.
All hail!
All hail!
That a notable nome has come to town
A fellow fit to carry the crown
He's rising up, we're bowing down
The very scary, wonderfully hairy
Nome King
An accent on the King!
Nome King!
That's much better. Yes, thank you!
I've plotted many years
to take my place upon the throne
My friends, it now appears
the throne is mine and mine alone
So, now, you're gonna see
how fun it's gonna be
When all of Oz's citizens
are slaves to you and me
The Ozians are known
to be oppressive and unkind
They've stolen every stone
and precious emerald that we've mined
And none of it was earned
So, they shouldn't be concerned
For I will stop at nothing
'ti! what's mine has been returned
Welcome to the new Emerald City
Let the bells of doom start to ring
For no one dares to doubt
the destruction I will bring
What's mine is mine, I'm the King
What's his is his, he's the King
There's a tiny problem, though
We a slightly worthy foe
Who may prove to be a hiccup in my plan
- She slayed the witches
- She tamed the lion
Clicked her heels and started flying
H! steal her powers any way I can
gettin' in my way
Now, let me hear the people say
Welcome to the new Emerald City
That's the spirit, boys!
Such a sorry song that they sing
But it makes me happy.
And no one dares to doubt
the destruction I will bring
What's his is his
What's mine is mine
What's his is his