The Sherman Brothers - Bride-Finding Ball lyrics

The Prince: A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball Where every maiden's bound to laugh At me, the royal fatted calf A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball Though I'm the one who does the choosing I'm the one who does the losing It's nauseating, nauseating Can't you just imagine it? Hope springs in all Short, fat, or tall As they primp and preen and pray That this will be their lucky day There is no affair Of which I'm aware More galling to bear than a bride-finding ball The Prince's cousin: A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball Where luscious lovelies from each land Will vie to win the royal hand A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball With frills on dresses, party dresses Every maiden effervescent Giving her best, giving her all Dancing, glancing, laughing, teasing Whirling, swirling, touching, squeezing There's no affair To ever compare Or thrill or enthrall like a bride-finding ball