Tulio: I hardly think I'm qualified
to come across all sanctified.
I just don't cut it with the cherubim.
Miguel: Tulio, what are you talking about?!
There again, they're on their knees.
Being worshiped is a breeze which rather suits us in the interim.
Tulio: Interim, interim. It's me and him.
Oh, my God!
Both: It's tough to be a god.
Tulio: Tread where mortals have not trod.
Be deified when really you're a sham.
Be an object of devotion,
be the subject of psalms.
Miguel: It's a rather touching notion,
all those prayers and those salaams.
Tulio: And who am I to bridle
if I'm forced to be an idol?
If they say that I'm a god, that's what I am.
What's more, if we don't comply
with the locals' wishes,
I can see us being sacrificed or stuffed.
Miguel: You have a point, yes, that's very good thinking.
So let's be gods; the perks are great.
El Dorado on a plate.
(Tulio: Thank you!)
Local feelings should not be rebuffed.
Tulio: Never rebuff, never rebuff a local feeling, no my friend.
Both: It's tough to be a god, but if you get the people's nod,
count your blessings, keep 'em sweet, that's our advice.
Miguel: It's great advice!
Both: Be a symbol of perfection.
Miguel: Be a legend!
Both: Be occult! Take their praise, take a collection as the multitudes exalt.
Miguel: Don a supernatural habit
Tulio: We'd be crazy not to grab it!
Miguel: You got it!
Both: So sign on two new gods for paradise... par-a-dise!