Betrayed Lyrics - Singles - The Producers

"Mail call! Here ya go, Bialystok, ya got a postcard" 

"A postcard? From where?" 

"Brazil" 

"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 

And Rex, stop it and 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 pasts 

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 hit 

"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, smell 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 

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 

Fat, fat, fatty 

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