Quartet Lyrics - Josh Groban

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. 

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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: 

I am not surprised (Molokov: Why let him loose?) 

he wanted fresher air (Molokov: He'll soon reduce) 

Once he realized there was no hope (Molokov: This great event) 

Of your lot playing fair. (Molokov: To a brawl) 

Florence & Anatoly: 

How sad (Molokov & Arbiter: It's very sad to see) 

To see (Molokov & Arbiter: The ancient and distinguished game that used to be) 

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All: 

A model of decorum and tranquility 

Become like any other sport 

A battleground for rival ideologies 

To slug it out with glee. 

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: 

I'm not getting rich (Molokov: Then, we'll rise) 

My only interest is (Molokov: Above your guy's) 

in something which (Molokov: Tantrums) 

Gives me the chance (Molokov: dramas) 

Of working with the best. (Molokov: 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: 

How sad (Molokov & Arbiter: It's very sad to see) 

To see (Molokov & Arbiter: 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)