Correction Lyrics Moment Of Triumph by Andrew Lloyd Webber

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Hallelujah, I've won
And at last I'll feel free
I will soon be a blueblood
Bye-bye, bourgeoisie
With my daughter a princess
My malleable clone
I will soon be the power
In the back of the throne

This is at last my moment of triumph
My umph and brains have paid off in spades
My daughter a princess, begin the parades
Bring on the footmen, butlers and maids

Please don't sulk, Marie
Your jealousy is really a bother
You were runner up
Someday we'll raise a cup at your nuptial day
You'rе not my cup of tea
The truth is I detеsted your father
He was a bore, rather a stiff
Though I winced when Winston slipped off that cliff
Let's not lose sight of all I've accomplished
Someday Adele will be queen of the realm
A figure of beauty with me at the helm
A feat like this can quite overwhelm
This is at last my moment of glory
Life from now on will not be the same
I'll soon have a title, yes, duchess or dame
And all 'cause I got game
Give it up, Marie
You've always been thin-skinned and too touchy
Now the secret's out
That I prefer Adele, but you always knew
We'll find you some duke
So you can lord it over some duchy
But for today, please shut your snout
'Cause this wedding day is all about me
Her, not you!
I've a brain like a businessman's
And the end result of my well laid plans
And my life long schemes
Brought to pass my dreams

Unfair, unkind, unloved
To be shoved aside (Mother, you chose me)
Unfair, I can't abide (So I'll give you a diamond tiara)
That I'm not the bride (This is at last my moment of triumph, we'll be royalty)
Unfair, unkind, unloved (My umph and brains have paid off in spades, and we can bid this dump sayonara)
To be shoved aside (My daughter a princess, begin the parades, mother, you could see)
Unfair, I can't abide (Bring on the footmen, butlers and maids, that I will make a much better queen than she)
That I'm not the bride (This is at last my moment of triumph, we'll be royalty)
Unfair, unkind, unloved (My umph and brains have paid off in spades, and we can bid this dump sayonara)
To be shoved aside (My daughter a princess, begin the parades, mother, you could see)
Unfair, I can't abide (Bring on the footmen, butlers and maids, that I will make a much better queen than she)
That I'm not the bride (This is at last my moment of glory, I shall be queen bee)
I can not over (Life from now on will not be the same, and gloat from here to Guadalajara)
Dramatize (I'll soon have a title, yes, duchess or dame)
Unfair (In truth)
This guy's ('Cause I got game)
No prize (No prize)
But I want to win (But I always win)

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