End Title - Joseph Loduca

Goddesses of the arts And problaimers of hero’s

Hero’s Like Hercules!

Honey, you mean HUNKULES!

Wouhouw!

I’d like to make some sweet music of it.

Our story actually begins long before Hercules

Many Aeons ago…

Back when the world was new

The planet Earth was down on its luck

And everywhere gigantic brutes

called Titans ran amok

It was a nasty place

There was a mess

whereever you stepped

Where chaos reigned and

earthquakes and volcanoes never slept

And then along came Zeus

He hurled his thunderbolt

He zapped

Locked those suckers in a vault

They’re trapped

And on his own stopped

chaos in its tracks

And that’s the gospel truth

The guy was too type A to just relax

And that’s the world’s first dish

Zeus tamed the globe

while still in his youth

Though, honey, it may seem imposs’ble

That’s the gospel truth

On Mt. Olympus life was neat and

Smooth as sweet vermough

Though, honey, it may seem imposs’ble

That’s the gospel truth