This is my take on a fun forgotten Broadway piece titled The Alto's Lament, about that girl that never gets to sing the melody and have her moment to shine.
I've had much good luck as a performer
I've been cast in almost every show
From Carousel to Hair, Broadway--I was there
But you'll never never know
Perhaps you picked me out last year in phantom
Or underneath my dirt in Miserable
But if you tried to pick me out of all the voices in the crowd
I am certain that you must have had a problem
My plight is quite familiar
To those who tread the boards
At the Niederlander, Schubert or Rialto
And though I've got a great high C
The reaction seems to be
"Well that was great, dear, but we need you singing alto"
Please give me a chance to sing melody
Give me a crack at the tune
I'm filled with chagrin every time I begin
By the light of the silvery moon
One little shot at the melody
Give me a moment to shine
I'm so sick of
Can't help loving that man of mine
Just look at Oklahoma for example
That rousing title number of the show
While everyone is singing Oklahoma
I get sky-y-y-y-y-y-y yo ho!
And now a medley of some of my finer roles
The hills are alive with the sound of music...
Three little maids from school are we pert as a school girl well can be filled to the brim with girlish glee three little maids from school...
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me...
What mirror where? Which what where who who who? Such a pretty me. such a pretty me...
Please pull a few strings for the melody
Don't care if the solo is teeny
It would be Nirvana
from Heaven such manna
To sing something other than Sweeny
I'm down on my knees for the melody
I'm begging with all of my might
Just have a bar, and let this chorus girl be a star!