Alto's Lament

I've had much good luck as a performer
I've been cast in almost every show
From Carousel to Hair, and Broadway, I as 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 Neberlander, Schubert, or Rialto
And though I've got a great high C

The reaction seems to be
"Well, that's 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

Just one little shot at the melody
Give me a moment to shine
I'm 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, yo-ho!

And now a medley 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 a melody
I'm begging with all of my might
Just half a bar, and let this girl be a star, be a star
Tonight