Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unfair, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Song language: English
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 |