The Producer

Unhappy, unhappy, very unhappy
Unhappy, unhappy
Very, very, very, very, very, very, very unhappy
Unhappy, unhappy
Very, very, very, very, very, very, very unhappyI spend my life accounting
With figures and such, unhappy
To what is my life amounting?
It figures, not much, unhappyI have a secret desire
Hiding deep in my soul
It sets my heart afire
To see me in this roleI wanna be a producer
With a hit show on Broadway
I wanna be a producer
Lunch at Sardi's every dayI wanna be a producer
Sport a top hat and a cane
I wanna be a producer
And drive those chorus girls insaneI wanna be a producer
And sleep until half-past two
I wanna be a producer
And say, "You, you, you, not you"I wanna be a producer
Wear a tux on opening nights
I wanna be a producer
And see my name, Leo Bloom, in lightsHe wants to be a producer
Of a great big Broadway smash
He wants to be a producer
Every pocket stuffed with cashHe wants to be a producer
Pinch our cheeks 'til we cry ouch, eek, ooh, oh, ahh, yes
He wants to be a producer
With a great big casting couchI wanna be, he wants to be
I wanna be, he wants to be
I wanna be the greatest, grandest
And most fabulous producer in the worldHe wanna dine with the duchess and the duke
I just got to be a producer
Drink champagne until I puke
Drink champagne till he pukesI wanna be a producer
Show the world just what I've got
I'm gonna put on shows that will enthrall 'em
Read my name in Winchell's columnI wanna be a producer
'Cause it's everything I'm notUnhappy, unhappy
I wanna be a producer
Very, very unhappy, unhappy
(Wait a minute, yeah minute, hold everything, hold everything)Mr. Bialystock was right
There is a lot more to me than there is to me
Stop the world, I wanna get onI'm gonna be a producer
He's gonna be a producer
Look out Broadway 'cause here I come