The Gilded Ballroom

In the ballroom, the mighty ballroom,
the d-duck counts his cash.
In the ballroom, the gilded ballroom,
the d-duck makes it flash.

A-wimoweh, an-orange-weh,
a-billion-weh, tremendous-weh—
A-wimoweh, an-orange-weh,
while everyone else gets the bill.

Shush, my darling,
don’t talk, my darling—
the d-duck’s dreaming still.

In the ballroom, the mighty ballroom,
the d-duck sleeps tonight.
With ugly hands upon his fortune,
clutching every dollar tight.

A-wimoweh, an-orange-weh,
a-billion-weh, tremendous-weh—
A-wimoweh, an-orange-weh,
the d-duck sleeps tonight.