Karaoké I Wanna Be a Producer The Producers

Unhappy, unhappy very unhappy

Unhappy, unhappy very, very, very, very, very very, very, unhappy

Oh, I debits all da mornin' an' I credits all da eb'nin

Until dem ledgers be right

Until dem ledgers be right

I spend my life accounting with figures and such

To what is my life amounting it figures not much

I have a secret desire hiding deep in my soul

It sets my heart a fire to see me in this role

I wanna be a producer with a hit show on Broadway

I wanna be a producer lunch at Sardi's every day

I wanna be a producer sport a top hat and a cane

I wanna be a producer and drive those chorus girls insane

I 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 lights

Sell it girls

Don't forget the balcony

I wanna be, I wanna be

I wanna be the greatest grandest and most fabulous producer in the world

I just gotta be a producer drink champagne until I puke

I 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 column

I wanna be a producer 'cos it's everything I'm not

Very, very, very, very very, very, very, very

I wanna be a producer hold everything

What am I doing here?

Mister Bialystock was right

There is a lot more to me than there is to me

Stop the world

I wanna get on

I'm gonna be a producer sound the horn and beat the drum

I'm gonna be a producer look out Broadway here I come