[PREMINGER]
Well your good luck has departed
And your people soon will starve
Au revoir to your foie gras and cheese fondues
But because I'm so good-hearted
Half my fortune I will carve
I feel your pain, so how could I refuse?

But to give me some incentive
There's just one thing I require
And it's something that you'd never even use
And it's nothing that inventive
Just the one thing I desire
This simple crown, yes, how could I refuse?

Oh, don't let your spirits falter
I've a ring box in my hand
And I've booked a band, so grab your dancing shoes
And come with me to the altar
Save the kingdom as you planned
Yes, marry me, for how can you refuse?
How can you refuse?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!