In a hall filled with light, so poised and polite
They twist and they twirl
In dresses 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 debutantes′ ball
It's very refined
See pale wooden faces from all the best places
Just standing in line
Oh, I think Quentin P. 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 wife
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
Well, all you need is a number
Following your name
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la
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 debutantes' ball
Writer(s): Randy Newman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
