Lyrics Unfair - Andrew Lloyd Webber

Unfair

Well give it back right now before I give your neck a twist
You stole my dress
Well, yes that’s true
But it looks good on me and not you
This necklace is divine
It’s real and you are counterfeit
That necklace should be mine, your throat is much too fat for it
You are a cow
You take that back
Or I am giving you such a smack!
It’s so unfair
I don’t have a thing to wear
Unfair and cruel
Life’s an imitation jewel
I’m in despair
Why should I care
To leave this chair
Or get off my derriere
Cindrella!
I need your help right now, this gown cannot unzip itself
And god knows your moustach can’t bleach your upper lip itself
Go shine our shoes
Two hundred pair
How can it be that life’s so unfair?
Unfair, unjust I must lie down for a while
Unfair, the strain and pain to remain in style
I’m fair, so fair, folks stop and stare
Unfair, I swear it’s a mighty cross to bear
This life is so unfair
One daughter who’s an imbecile, another half as bright
Not my idea, must be God’s will
And then there’s you just what I need
A thankless gift I must clothe and feed
Unfair, untoward distress I can ill afford
You are so lame at least I know who to blame
Just scrape and serve like I deserve
It’s such a shame you are working my last nerve
Disgraceful, let’s face it, it’s you, Cinderella
You don’t know your place and you never come through
You’re lazy and brazen, it’s true, Cinderella
A lot like your father, you’re bothersome, too
You’re feckless and worthless and dull, Cinderella
That we lost the prize is completely your fault
And open your eyes, take a look in the mirror
You’ve no sense of fashion, a visual assault
Be mindful, my kindness, though ample, is finite
I could change my mind in the blink of a lash
Get out of my sight or tonight may be my night
To show you the street when you throw out the trash
Pick up this place at once
Don’t stand there like a speechless dunce
Lord, I don’t ask a lot
Go dump and scrub my chamber pot
Then do the floors, get on all fours
Until they sparkle without a spot
Then dust the sills and doors
Refill the grout, I want no cracks
You must complete your chores
I’m due for my bikini wax
Where’s my massage?
I have a knot
Spit shine my boots
Touch up my roots
Just know your place
And shut your face
'Cause you’re our servant, like it or not