Lirik
NO ONE SINGS HIGHER THAN ME
There's been Sullivan and Hammerstein,
Cole Porter and Kurt Weill,
But none of those could write the notes
That proved my voice had style.
Sopranos get the top end,
Altos are the pillar,
Basses offer resonance,
Whilst me... I'm just a filler.
Occasionally a song would come
That pushed me to a G—
Erm..that’s an A
Sorry, G.
That’s Better
Don't be so pedantic.
But nothing's that impressive
Unless you hit top C!
So this is just a little song
To make you all aware:
The only way to make it
Is to give your voice some flair.
Bernstein had the right idea
When writing West Side's Tony—
Take a name and sing it thirty times
'Til matrimony.
Monotonous andlyrical—
And it has a top B... flat.
The audience applaud me
And that’s where it’s at!
Stand aside and let me sing
That pensive melody—
I'll make it more impressive
By changing the key!
'Cause if you want a tenor
With a stupid range—
Well, no one sings higher than me!
People take one look at me
And think "That guy's a bass!"
But when I sing my higher notes,
My balls leap out of place.
I whack out some of "Superstar"
With passion and pace!
When I scream out "Queen"
I will be melting your face!
Classical is much too low
And not where shows are heading.
Belting songs with rocky riffs
Is what I do instead!
In case you want a tenor
For a rock-like melody—
Then no one sings higher than me!
Let me sing,
I'll give you what you're needin’,
Even though my vocal cords
Are practically bleeding!
The only way to get to the top
In this cutthroat industry
Is to prove that you can sing top G!
I’m the perfect auditionee.
No one sings higher than me!
People try to find a song
That's written far too high,
But I have found a little trick
That's easy to apply:
Find a song that's written
For a girl, not a guy!
Casting panels laugh at me.
I never know why.
So challenge me to Phantom
And Christine's top E.
From Cats to Chess to Grease,
I guess there's no one I can't be.
I may not be a woman—
Which is obvious to see—
But no one sings higher than me.
Directors look at my CV
And won’t give me a chance.
They think I can't sing leading roles
Because I trained in dance!
But there's a voice inside me
That is ready to soar.
My "rond de bras” and pirouettes
Are now just a bore.
Did he just say Wonderbra?
No, no, no, no, mate, mate.
He said Rond de bras.
It’s a ballet term.
Bra.
Ben.
I really need a job—
For once, a singing job.
I'm sick of dancing
At the back edge of the stage.
I want to belt free!
Maria!
Singing that refrain
Will never be a strain on me.
I want to belt free!
Maria…Maria!
Jesus!
Pity the child who sings soprano.
God, why don’t they get it?
Come on and get it!
How many tenors do they need
At the ballet?
Please!
Five, six, seven, and...
All we really want in life
Is one show we can be in.
Reality TV is now
The only way of winning!
(sigh)
Forget those shows and hire us—
We all sing in key... ish.
No one sings higher—
No one sings higher—
No one sings higher—
No one sings higher— Than me!
Ben!
Music & Lyrics by
Stuart Matthew Price
Written by: Stuart Matthew Price

