The Debutante's Ball

In a hall filled with light So poised and polite They twist and they twirl In dresses of white They dance through the night In their tight little world Faces full of wonder As they play the game And all you need is a number Followin' your name Oh, come one and all To the debutante's ball It's very refined See pale wooden faces And all the best places Are standing in line Oh, I think Quentin B. 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 life 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 All you need is a number Followin' your name? Pa, da-da, pa-da-da Pa, da-da, pa-da-da Pa, da-da, pa-da-da Pa, da-da 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 debutante's ball