Betrayed (From "The Producers")

歌詞

"Mail call! Here ya go, Bialystok, ya got a postcard" "A postcard? From where?" "Brazil" "Brazil? Who do I know in Brazil?" Dear Max, "Rio is everything you said it was and more Ulla and I think of you every chance we get In the morning, when we have breakfast on our terrace Many different herrings and in the evening When we samba together in the moonlight Sorry, must run, Ulla's waiting, it's almost eleven" "Wish you were here, Leo Just like Cain and Abel, you pulled a sneak attack I thought that we were brothers Then you stabbed me in the back" Betrayed! Oh boy, I'm so betrayed Like Samson and Delilah, your love began to fade I'm crying in the hoosegow, you're in Rio getting laid Betrayed! Let's face it, I'm betrayed Boy, have I been taken Oy, I'm so forsaken I should have seen what came to pass I should have known to watch my ass I feel like Othello, everything is lost Leo is Iago, Max is double-crossed I'm so dismayed, did I mention I'm betrayed? I used to be the king but now I am the fool A captain without a ship, a rabbi without a shul Now I'm about to go to jail, there's no one who will pay my bail I have no one who I can cry to, no one I can say goodbye to I'm drowning, I'm drowning here, I'm going down for the last time I, I, I see my whole life flashing before my eyes I see a weathered old farmhouse with a white picket fence I'm running through fields of alfalfa with my collie, Rex And Rex, stop it and I see my mother standing on the back porch In a worn but clean gingham gown and I hear her calling out to me "Alvin, don't forget your chores, the wood needs a-cordin' And the cows need a-milkin', Alvin, Alvin" "Wait a minute, my name's not Alvin, that's not my life I'm not a hillbilly, I grew up in the Bronx Leo's taken everything, even my pasts My past's a dying ember but wait, now I remember how did it begin? He walked into my office with his cockamamie scheme You can make more money with a flop than with a hit "We can do it, we can do it" "I can't do it" "We can do it" "I can't do it" Goodbye Max "Lord, I want that money" "I'm back, Max" "Come on, Leo, we can do it" Step one, find the play See it, swirl it, touch it, kiss it Hello, Mister Liebkind "Guten Tag, hop clop" "Guten Tag, hop clop" Adolf Elizabeth Hitler "Guten Tag, hop clop" "Guten Tag, hop clop" Step two, hire the director Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it Two-three, kick, turn, turn, turn, kick, turn Ulla Step three, raise the money Along came Bialy Intermission Step four, hire all the actors A wandering minstrel I A think of shreds and Next, the little wooden boy Next, that's our Hitler Opening night Good luck, good luck, good luck Break a leg, I broke my leg "Springtime for Hitler and Germany" A surprise smash "Springtime for Hitler and Germany It'll run for years Where did we go right? Where did we go right? Gimme those books Fat, fat, fatty Gimme those books Fat, fat, fatty Books, fat Books, fat Books, fat Books, fat Lousy fruit, kill the actors, you ever eat with one Then you ran to Rio and you're safely out of reach I'm behind these bars, you're banging Ulla on the beach Just like Julius Caesar was betrayed by Brutus Who'd think an accountant would turn out to be my Judas I'm so dismayed, is this how I'm repaid? To be betrayed, betrayed