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A Lovely Night

A lovely night,
A lovely night,
A finer night you know you'll never see.
You meet your prince,
A charming prince
As charming as a prince will ever be.

The stars in the hazy heaven
Tremble above you
While he is whispering
"Darling, I love you."

You say goodbye,
Away you fly
But on your lips you'll keep a kiss
All your life you'll dream of this
Lovely, lovely night.

(x3)
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The Prince Is Giving A Ball

The prince is giving a ball!!
The prince is giving a ball! The prince is giving a ball!
His royal highness Christopher Rupert Vwindemier Vlandamier Carl Alexander Francois Reginald Lancelot Herman
HERMAN?
Herman... Gregory James is giving a ball.
The prince is giving a ball the prince is giving a ball!
Our daughter's looking dreamy-eyed
The prince is giving a ball.
They say he wants to find a bride, he may find one at the ball!
If only he'd propose to me.
I pray that he'll propose to me.
Why shouldn't he propose to me?
I wish I hadn’t married Sam.
Pull in your little diaphragm.
I'll wear a gown of satin jade.
And me I'm in a pink brocade.
And me I'm in the second grade.
The prince is giving a ball. The prince is giving a ball..
His royal highness Christopher Rupert son of her majesty Queen Constantina Charlotte Hermantrude Guenivere Mazie..
MAZIE?
Mazie.. Margareet Ann is giving a ball!
The prince is giving a ball! The prince is giving a ball!!
I wish I didn’t like to eat.
I wish I were demure and sweet.
I wish I were a bolder girl.
I wish I were a younger girl.
I wish I were an older girl.
The prince is giving a ball! The prince is giving a ball!!
His Royal Highness Christopher Rupert son of his majesty King Maximillian Godfee Ladeslous Leapolt Sydney
SYDNEY?
Sydney... Frederick John is giving a ball.
The prince is giving a ball!! The prince is giving a ball!! The prince is giving a ball!!!

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Royal Dressing Room

I have the chef and the steward outside waiting to report their plans for the dinner.
Come in gentlemen.

Your majesties
Your majesties
A list of the bare necessities.

A list of the bare necessities for what?
For seventeen hundred guests!
That seems a lot.

Oh, don’t have any Chicken King,
Very well your majesty
I’d hate to see that written on a menu: chicken king.
Seems like a criticism of my courage!

A thousand baby lobsters for the salad
WOW
And five hundred pheasant for the pie
Eye-yie!
A thousand pounds of caviar
A thousand?!
Hush
That’s more than the sturgeon can supply!

I told the steward to get us
40 acres of lettuce
And six hundred suckling pigs for roasting.

What about the marshmallows?
Who wants marshmallows?
I DO!
Why?
For toasting!

Now if it please, your majesties, I have a list of wine
The best of all the vintages from every nations vine.
I want the wine of my country!
Hush, my dear.
I want the wine of my country,
I want the wine of my country,
I want the wine of my country!
The wine of my country is beer!
Obviously.

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In My Own Little Corner

I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse
When I hear a command I obey
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand in my way.

In my own little corner,
In my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere
And the world will open it's arms to me.

I'm a young Norwegian princess or a milkmaid
I'm the greatest prima donna in Milan
I'm an heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms in Japan.

I'm a gril men go mad for love's a game that I can play
With cool and confident kind of air
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair.

I can be whatever I want to be
I'm a slave from Calcutta, I'm a queen in Peru
I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea

I'm a huntress on an African safari
It's a dangerous type of sport
And yet, it's fun

In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
And I find I forgot to bring my gun!
I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed
When I meet a lioness in her lair

Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair.
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Ten Minutes

Ten minutes ago, I saw you
I looked up when you came through the door
My head started reeling, you gave me the feeling
The room had no ceiling or floor.

Ten minutes ago, I met you,
And we murmured our how do you dos
I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms
And sing out the news.

I have found her, she's an angel,
With the dust of the stars in her eyes.
We are dancing, we are flying,
And she's taking me back to the skies!

In the arms of my love, I'm flying,
Over mountain and meadow and glen.

And I like it so well that for all I can tell
I may never come down again.
I may never come down to earth again.

Ten minutes ago I met you
And we murmered our how do you dos.
I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms
And to sing out the news.

I have found her, she's an angel

I have found him, he's the light of the stars in my eyes.

We are dancing

We are flying
And she's taking me back to the skies
In the arms of my love, over mountain and meadow and glen.
And I like it so well that for all I can tell
I may never come down again.

I may never come down to earth again.
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Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful?

Do I love you because you're beautiful,
Or are you beautiful because I love you?
Am I making believe I see in you a girl too lovely to be really true?

Do I want you because you're wonderful,
Or are you wonderful because I want you?
Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream
Or are you really as beautiful as you seem?

Am I making believe I see in you a man too perfect to be really true?
Do I want you because you're wonderful,
Or are you wonderful because I want you?

Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream
Or are you really as wonderful as you seem?
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In My Own Little Corner [Reprise]

In my own little corner,
In my own little chair,
I can be whatever I want to be.

On the wing of my fancy,
I can fly anywhere,
And the world will open it's arms to me.

I am in the royal palace,
Of all places!
I am chatting with the prince,
And king, and queen.

And the color of my two stepsisters faces
Is a queer sort of sour apple green.
I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the prince.
Ahahahaha!
Oh, my Your Highness, you shouldn't say such things!
I'm the Belle of the Ball in my own little corner,
All alone in my own little chair.

Oh, I wish, I wish...

Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee,
Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-fawdle.
All the wishes in all the world
Are poppy cot and twaut.

Oh, Godmother, I am glad to see you.

I thought you might be lonely. And I knew what you'd be doing.

What?

I just knew I would find you in that same little chair
In the paling bliss of a foolish dream

Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee,
Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-foodle,
All the dreamers in all the world
Are dizzy in the noodle!
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When You're Driving Through the Moonlight

When you're driving through the moonlight on a highway
When through the moonlight to a dance you are breathless
With a wild anticipation of adventure and excitement and romance
Then at last you see the towers of the palace silouetted
On the sky above the park and below them is a row of lighted windows
Like a lovely diamond necklace in the dark

It looks that way

The way you say

She talks as if she knows.

I do not know these things are so; I only just suppose
I suppose that when you come into the ballroom
And the room itself is floating on the air
If you're suddenly confronted by his highness
You are frozen like a statue on the stair.

You're afraid he'll hear the way your heart is beating
And you know you musn't make the first advance.
You are seriously thinking of retreating
Then you seem to hear him asking you to dance
You make a bow, a timid bow, and shyly answer yes

How would you know that this is so?

I do no more than guess
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Impossible; It's Possible

Impossible for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage.
Impossible for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage.
And four white mice will never be four white horses.
Such fol-de-rol and fiddle dee dee of courses.

Impossible! But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say
And because these daft and dewey eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day!

Impossible!

Impossible!

Impossible!

Impossible!

Impossible for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage
Impossible for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage.
And four white mice will never be four white horses..

They will!!

Such fol-de rol and fiddle dee dee of courses
Impossible!

But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say

 And because these daft and dewey eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day.

Look!

It's possible for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage.
It's possible for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage.

And four white mice are easily turned to horses
Such fal de rah and fiddle dee dee of courses
Quite possible!

It's possible!

For the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say

And because these daft and dewey eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day.

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible

It's possible!
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Stepsisters' Lament

Why would a fellow want a girl like her
A frail and fluffy beauty
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me?

She's a frothy little bubble with a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble I could break her little arm.

Oh, oh why would a fellow want a girl like her
So obviously unusual
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer a usual girl like me?

Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, but not any pinker than roses
Her skin may be delicate and soft, but not any softer than a doe's is

Her neck is no whiter than a swan's
She's only as dainty as a daisy
She's only as graceful as a bird!
So why is the fellow going crazy?

Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
A girl who's merely lovely,
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer a girl who's merely me?

What's the matter with the man,
What's the matter with the man,
What's the matter with the man?



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