Written by: Elton John/Tim Rice. Like father like son. Like father like son. Like father like son. Don't come on so cocksure boy you can't escape your genes. No point in feeling purer 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 wind up doing just what I've done. Like father like son. Like father like son. 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. But I'm no chip off any block I wouldn't wish those words on anyone. Like father like son. Like father like son. 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. Just have the slave if you must and be done with her. Don't ever speak of her like that again. I appreciate too well the squalor at which you excel. It isn't very hard to tell evil's a distinctive smell. From this day on I choose my own way. If I choose to be with Aida then I will be. And no one not you not even the gods can stop me. He's lost all sense of reason and why some foreign slut. Not only is that treason some doors are slamming shut. Just like me he's found that flesh can excite but will it mesh. Watch me rid him of this blight once the harlot's out of sight. Then I think he will 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.