[Elton John:]
I hardly think I'm qualified
To come across all sanctified
I just don't cut it with the cherubim
The town's already on its knees
Being worshipped is a breeze
I barely know the words to any hymn

[Randy Newman:]
Listen, if we don't comply
With the locals' wishes I
Can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
Let's be gods, the perks are great
El Dorado on a plate
Local feeling should not be rebuffed

[Elton John:]
It's tough to be a god
Tread where mortals have not trod
Be deified when really you're a sham

[Elton John