pinkie:
Sleep, my little dashie
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king
dashie:
Good night...
man:
Good night, my little princess.
Tomorrow, your training intensifies.
pinkie:
I've been exiled, persucuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense
But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest
The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby
Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is, I knows it's petty
But I hate to let them live
man:
So you found yourself somebody who'd chase luna up a tree
pinkie:
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby
big mac is gone... but pinkie's still around
To love this little lass
Till she learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad!
man:
Sleep, ya little termite!
Uh- I mean, precious little thing!
rarity:
One day when you're big and strong
pinkie:
You will be a king!
The pounding of the drums of war
The thrill of dashie's mighty roar
man:
The joy of vengeance
rarity:
Testify!
pinkie:
I can hear the cheering
man and rarity:
dashie! What a guy!
pinkie:
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!