- Votes:
- Composer:
- Mel Brooks
 
- Tags:
- musicals
 
- See also:
The Producers - Betrayed lyrics
GUARD:
 Mail call! Here ya go, Bialystock, ya got a postcard. 
 MAX:
 A postcard? From where? 
 GUARD:
 Brazil. 
 MAX:
 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. Stop it, Rex! 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 past! 
 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 hitThe Producers - Betrayed - http://motolyrics.com/the-producers/betrayed-lyrics.html
 "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!
 Oooh wah wah woo-woo- wah-wah 
 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
 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!!








