STEPSISTERS LAMENT
From Harold Fielding’s Cinderella, 1958
(Rodgers / Hammerstein)
Kenneth Williams & Ted Durante


Why would a fellow want a girl like her?
A frail and fluffy beauty
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A solid girl like me?
She’s a frothy little bubble
With a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm
Oh, why would a fellow want a girl like her
So obviously unusual
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A usual girl like me?

Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink
But not any pinker than a rose is
Her skin may be delicate and soft
But not any softer than a doe’s is
Her neck is no whiter than a swan’s
She’s only as dainty as a daisy
She’s only as graceful as a bird
So why should the fellows go all crazy?

Oh, why would a fellow want a girl like her?
A girl who’s merely lovely
Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
A girl who’s merely me?

What’s the matter with the men?
What’s the matter with the men?
What’s the matter with the men?