Prince Ali (Cut Lyrics)
Music by Alan Menken
Lyrics by Howard Ashman
Hail! Your attention I pray!
Oh, ye people of Agrabah
This is your lucky day!
Hail! High and low, great and small
Lucky people of Agrabah
Someone's coming to call
Someone who tamed the Cyclops
Then fought forty thieves, single-hand
He's richer than Croesus, he goes where he pleases
And this time he's chosen your land
So now here he is with his band
Make way for Prince Ali!
Say hey! It's Prince Ali!
Hey! Clear the way in the old bazaar
Hey you!
Let us through
It's a bright new star
Oh, come!
Be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way
Here he comes
Ring bells, bang the drums
Are you gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali! Fabulous he!
Ali Ababwa
Genuflect, shom some respect
Down on one knee
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your Sunday salaam
The come and meet his spectacular coterie
Prince Ali!
Mighty is he!
Ali Ababwa
Strong as ten regular men, definitely!
He once slew seventy Turks
Mustaches, sabers, real jerks
Who gave those bad guys the works?
Why, Prince Ali!
He's got seventy-five golden camels
Purple peacocks?
He's got fifty-three
When it comes to exotic-type mammals
Has he got a zoo?
I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie
Prince Ali! Wonderful he, Ali Ababwa
He's essayed quite a parade for you to see
So get on out in that street
Got someone I wantcha to meet
Come on, start kissing the feet of Prince Ali
There's no question this Ali's impressive
Though his entourage may be excessive
All those elephants at once can quite unnerve one
Still the guy gives a parade new meaning
And the sight of all those peacocks preening
He's a prince without a peer and we deserve one
Prince Ali, handsome is he, Ali Ababwa
That physique, how can I speak, weak at the knee
Well, get on out in that square
Adjust your veil and prepare
To gawk and grovel and stare
At Prince Ali
(Sung in counterpoint)
There's no question this Ali's alluring
Never ordinary, never boring
Everything about the man just plain impresses
He's a winner, he's a whiz, a wonder
He's about to pull my heart asunder
And I absolutely love the way he dresses
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim, love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali!
Prince Ali!
Prince Ali, amorous he, Ali Ababwa
Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see
And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that warble on key
Make way for prince Ali!
