Quartet (feat. David Lyrics

Molokov:
We wish, no, must, make our disgust
With this abuse perfectly clear.
We're here for chess,
Are the U.S.?
If so, why foul the atmosphere?

Florence:
I must protest-- our delegation
Has a host of valid points to raise.

Arbiter:
It's not just black and white,
If I may coin a phrase
As any neutral would attest.

Florence:
But we concede
The fact his masters bend the rules
Is not your player's fault.
We'll overlook your crude political assault
And under protest we'll proceed.

Molokov:
If your man's so sweet,
Then why his fighting talk?
If he's not a cheat,
Then why on earth did he go take a walk?

Florence: Molokov:
I am not surprised Why let him loose?
He wanted fresher air He'll soon reduce
Once he realized
There was no hope This great event
Of your lot playing fair. To a brawl.

Florence & Anatoly: Molokov & Arbiter:
How sad It's very sad to see
To see The ancient and distinguished
Game that used to be

All:
A model of decorum and tranquility
Become like any other sport--
A battleground for rival ideologies
To slug it out with glee.
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Anatoly:
I would say with regard
To him, it is hard to rebut.
Ever-growing suspicions
My opposition's a nut.

Florence:
I would have said
You'd understand the strain
And pressure getting where he's got,
For then you'd simply call him highly strung
And not imply that he was off his head.

Anatoly:
But how on earth can someone even
Half as civilized and nice as you
Be part of such a self-destructive
Point of view?
I hope he pays you what you're worth.

Florence: Molokov:
I'm not getting rich, Okay, we'll rise
My only interest is Above your guy's
In something which Tantrums,
Gives me the chance Dramas,
Of working with the best. Dirty tricks.

Anatoly:
I can only say
I hope your dream comes true.
Till that far-off day
I hope you cope
With helping number two.

Florence & Anatoly: Molokov & Arbiter:
How sad It's very sad to see
To see The ancient and distinguished
Game that used to be

All:
A model of decorum and tranquility
Become like any other sport--
A battleground for rival ideologies
To slug it out with glee.

(Repeat singing in a quartet)