I now present to you, the greatest song of all time…
PREMINGER:
I've been bowing
I've been scraping
I've been lying like a rug
And for ten long years I've had to pay my dues
But today I am escaping
For the last gold has been dug
It was waiting there, so how could I refuse?
I'm returning home a hero
Who's discovered mighty wealth
And what better husband could a princess choose?
I'm the suitor who will suit her
Bring the kingdom back to health
And I'll wear the crown, for how could I refuse?
Raise every glass
And rouse every cheer!
Praise that the reign of Preminger is here!
Master in charge of all that I see
All hail me!
And by marrying the princess I get all that I desire
Like a moat
An ermine coat
And palace views
Even though she treats me coldly
It's a sign of inner fire
For inside she's thinking
"How can I refuse?"
Nick:
Right, except there’s one little problem, boss.
PREMINGER:
That’s Prince Boss to you!
Nick:
Right, the queen decided to marry off the princess to the king of Bahsena.
PREMINGER:
What?! Making a decision without me?! Who does she think she is?
Nack:
Uh, the Queen?
PREMINGER:
You simpering simpleton!
Nack:
Well, she is the Queen. She’s got a crown and a scepter and sits in her big fancy chair...
PREMINGER:
Silencio!
No! I won’t let go!
This peasant son won’t turn and run because some reckless royal chose another beau