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Hail! Your attention I pray, Oh, ye people of Agrabah! This is our lucky day! Go cry from the highest mountain tops, Rejoice, raise your voice, Pull out all the stops! At last, we've a prince who should be glorified! Ring bells, throw rice, Bang drums, bang them twice! Ali's gonna land his bride...! Prince Ali, yes it is he, Ali Ababwa Favorite son, second to none Obviously Who made Her Majesty swoon Who had her changing her tune And not a moment too soon He's Prince Ali!
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Ashman, Chad Beguelin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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