In the days of old, when the knights were bold
And a journey to the shops would take hours
When the peasants toiled 'neath the palace royal
And everybody locked their daughters in towers
Think of the prince, the poor old prince
Because his social life is a wreck
While the princesses sleep in the castle keep
He's the one who's out there risking his neck

Think of the prince, The poor old prince
He doesn't really get a say
Evil plots are cooking, but he's only really looking
For a girlfriend at the end of the day...
Of the day

Peasants they can meet right out on the street
And fall in love without having to roam
And while it's true that knights have to go and fight
They've got a hundred screaming groupies at home
Think of the Prince, the poor old prince
Who has to travel so far and wide
He's got to rescue his girl from a wicked world
Before he even gets to call her his bride.

Think of the prince, The poor old prince
Fighting danger come what may
Evil plots are cooking, but he's only really looking
For a girlfriend at the end of the day...
Of the day

What's the big idea with the crones round here
Making damsels fall asleep like this
They'll be laid on the floor for a hundred years or more
Simply waiting for someone to kiss
Think of the prince, The poor old prince
He's only playing his part
It'll frighten him to death, a hundred years of morning breath
Is not for the faint of heart

Think of the prince, The poor old prince
Keeping wicked witches at bay
Evil plots are cooking, but he's only really looking
For a girlfriend at the end of the day...
Of the day

Well you've heard of Cinderalla, how she snagged her fella
With a pumpkin cart and slippers of glass
She was taken from the gutter, now its royal bread and butter
'Cos she married into wealth and class
Think of the prince, the poor old prince
Who took the peasant girl away from it all
While she enjoys her meals it's him who has to deal
With the inlaws who constantly call

Think of the prince, The poor old prince
As he gets thrown into the fray
Evil plots are cooking, but he's only really looking
For a girlfriend at the end of the day...
Of the day

Monster guarded castles might seem such a hassle
But there's not another maiden for miles
Keeps his mind on the prize with the deep blue eyes
And a multitude of feminine wiles...
Think of the prince, the poor old prince
Doesn't want to be a cowardly King
It looks rather bad, but remember his dad
Had to go through the very same thing

Think of the prince, The poor old prince
Never even know his first name
Evil plots are cooking, but he's only really looking
For a girlfriend at the end of the day...
Of the day

Think of the prince, The poor old prince
And the poor little dragons he slays...
It wouldn't be so devastating if they had computer dating
Way back in the olden days

Think of the prince, The poor old prince
Treat in so many terrible ways
It wouldn't be so devastating if they had computer dating
Way back in the olden, back in the olden days

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