"Cinderalla, who is she ?
Who's that busy little bee ?
She's the one we are going to see,
in old London Town."

"Get up, get up, you sleepy head,
There's work to do around here.
Get up, get up, get out of bed,
There's work to do around here."

"Cinders, Cinders,
Leave off your cleaning winders!
You are the light of my life.
Please stop your scrubbing,
Dusting and rubbing.
Soon we'll be running away."

"I'm all expectation for someone of station.
As posh as a lord she must be!
This fine English rose will soon get my proposal,
When she sets her eyes, on me!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm getting on,
I have the best intentions.
But it's hard performing magic spells
When you are on a pension!"

"Now I'm old and grey,
my magic's had its day."

"Cinderalla's met the Prince,
No doubt he will propose.
And I will be heartbroken.
Oh let me blow my nose"

"It fits, it fits, it really fits,
There isn't any doubt of it.
The Prince is feeling quite a twit!
It fits, it fits, it fits."

"Just one hundred years ago, by St.Celements bells,
Sat a girl with tearful eyes, in old London Town.
Mice around her feet, look so kind and sweet,
Sharing what she has to eat."

"No one can resist an ugly sister.
No mister can resists an ugly sis!"

"Remember you're a royal son,
Not any girl will do.
Lots of dosh and a big long name,
That's the girl for you."

"Then the moonlight and the stars bright,
Alter everything you see.
In the firelight when it's midnight,
Only dreams will set you free."

"But don't you worry dear.
My trusty, rusty magic wand
Will get you out of here."

"Rats! That isn't what we want,
A gorgeous little guest.
I hope the Prince don't see her.
Darling, isn't that your dress?"

"Everybody kneel!
You know you really should.
After all they're only short,
And it makes them feel quite good"