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| The Debutante's Ball (Randy Newman) 1. In a hall filled with light so poised and polite they twist and they twirl In dresses of white they dance through the night in their tight little world Faces all a-wonder, as they play the game And all you need is a number following your name - Oh come one and all to the debutante's ball, it's very refined See pale wooden faces and all the best places just standing in line -- Oh I think Quentin B. Taylor the Third is here And I see John Thomas Bailey the Ninth And I guess every rich girl in the world is here And they all have the time of their life 2. Oh, if you're invited you should be delighted, not everyone's asked to come No one gets stoned, it's all chaperoned and it's just good clean fun Isn't it a wonder that to play the game All you need is a number following your name 3. What a wonderful sight, it just seems to be right That there's something to do for the rich people too So light up the hall, there's dancing for all At the debutante's ball |