DESCRIPTION:
Like Father Like Son from the Broadway musical Aida, with music and lyrics by Tim Rice and Elton John. I do not own anything. All rights belong to Tim Rice, Elton John, and Universal Distribution.

Zoser:
Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes
No point in feeling pure boy, your background intervenes
Listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate
To this you must be reconciled, you'll always be your father's child
At times acclaimed, at times reviled
You'll wind up doing just what I've done
Like father, like son

Radames:
Don't assume your vices get handed down the line
That a parent's blood suffices to condemn the child's design
I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I
Shouldn't blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock
I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone
Like father, like son

Zoser:
Son you're nervous, take my hand
All is settled,all is planned
You've got the world at your command
I don't think you understand

Radames:
I appreciate too well
The squalor at which you excel
it isn't very hard to tell
Evil's a distinctive smell

Zoser:
He's lost all sense of reason, and why?
Some foreign slut
That is the road called treason,
Some doors are slamming shut
Just like me he's found that flesh can excite but will enmesh
Once we rid him of this blight.
Once this harlot's out of sight.
Then I think he'll see the light.
He won't walk back to daddy he will run.
Like father, like son...