Aida - Like Father, Like Son  (琴譜)

RADAMES' FATHER:
Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes
No point in feeling pure boy, your background intervenes
Now, 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'd have 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, well this may come as quite a shock
But I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone
Like father, like son

RADAMES' FATHER:
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 excell
It isn't too hard to tell
Evil's a distinctive smell

RADAMES' FATHER:
He's lost all sense of reason, and why? Some foreign slut!
Not all it is that treason, some doors are slammin' shut
Now just like me he's found that flesh
Can excite but will enmesh
Once we rid him of this plight,
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...

Like father, like son...
Like father, like son...
Like father, like son...