Matchmaker, Matchmaker Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick, Fiddler on the Roof

Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Matchmaker, matchmaker look through your book
And make me a perfect match

Matchmaker, matchmaker I’ll bring the veil
You bring the groom slender and pale
Bring me a ring for I’m longing to be
The envy of all I see
For poppa make him a scholar
For momma make him rich as a king
For me, well I wouldn’t holler
If he were as handsome as anything
 Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Night after night in the dark I’m alone
So make me a match of my own
Hodel, oh Hodel
Have I made a match for you
He’s handsome, he’s young
Alright, he’s 62
But he’s a nice man
A good catch, true? True
I promise you’ll be happy
And even if you’re not
There’s more to life than that
Don’t ask me what
Chava I’ve found him
Will you be a lucky bride
He’s handsome, he’s tall
That is from side to side
But he’s a nice man
A good catch, right? Right
You’ve heard he’s got a temper
He’ll beat you every night
But only when he’s sober
So you’re alright
Did you think you’d get a prince?
Well I do the best I can
With no dowry, no money, no family background
Be glad you’ve got a match
Matchmaker, matchmaker you know that I’m
Still very young, please take your time
Up to this minute I misunderstood
That I could get stuck for good
Dear Yente see that he’s gentle
Remember you were also a bride
It’s not that I’m sentimental
It’s just that I’m terrified
Matchmaker, matchmaker plan me no plans
I’m in no rush, maybe I’ve learned
Playing with matches a girl can get burned
So bring me no ring, groom me no groom
Find me no find, catch me no catch
Unless he’s a matchless match