Pour Poor Me More Please (feat. Stanley Tucci & Norm Lewis)

Oh, take it up with Helen, because she's in charge of the babies and "wah wah"s of this hotel. Because that's what I'm hearing, "wah wah!"

Helen's not here, so I'm telling you. And if I leave, all of my customers leave with me

Wah wah, I'm Lionel, now I have to make drinks for the service bar too! Poor me...

It's all so draining

Not that I'm royalty

But so much complaining

Where is his loyalty?

I'm hardly a matron

Yet I stand accused

Decades his patron

Just bring me my booze

Pour poor me

More, more please

I'm so, I'm so thirsty

Pour poor me

More, more please

I'm so, I'm so thirsty

I could have been a doctor

But I took my skills to libations

A master serving master glasses

She's finally in perspective

The disrespect she has shown

Shellacked and cracked in lacquered plaster

You can't put a price on magic

But he brings us booze

Now anyone can be your friend

But Lionel brings us booze

Pour poor me

More, more please

We're so, we're so thirsty

He gave me his pants when I needed pants

He built my son's science project

He let me call him dad

I'll give you a shoulder to cry on

He taught me how to ride a bike

He bailed me out of prison

He invested in my startup company

He found my birth parents

And some free advice