The King Of Broadway Lyrics - Singles - The Producers

I used to be the king, the king of old Broadway 

The best of everything was mine to have each day 

I always had the biggest hits 

The biggest bathrooms at the Ritz 

My showgirls had the biggest tits 

I never was the pits in any way 

Workman, bum, bag lady 

We believe you, thousands wouldn't 

We believe you, every word 

We believe you, thousands couldn't 

We believe each word we've heard 

I used to be the king, the king of old Broadway 

My praises they would sing a Ziegfeld so they'd say 

My shows were always filled with class 

The best champagnes would fill my glass 

My lap was filled with gorgeous ass 

You couldn't call me crass in any way 

Workman, bum, bag lady, violinist 

Usherettes, nuns, street cleaner 

We believe you, thousands wouldn't 

We believe you, every word 

We believe you, thousands couldn't 

We believe each word we've heard 

There was a time when I was young and gay 

But straight there was a time when I was bold 

There was a time when each and every play 

I touched would turn to gold 

There was a time 

He wore the finest clothes 

His shoes were always new 

Now I wear a rented tux 

That's two weeks overdue 

Poor Bialy, what a shmoozer 

Poor Bialy, what a shame 

Poor Bialy, what a loser 

Poor Bialy, goodbye fame 

Such reviews! How dare they insult me in this manner? 

How quickly they forget I am max Bialystock 

The first producer ever to do summer stock in the winter 

Once he was the king 

You've heard of theater in the round? 

You're looking at the man who invented theater in the square 

Nobody had a good seat king of old Broadway 

I've spent my entire life in the theater 

I was a protege of the great Boris Tomaschevski 

Yes, he taught me everything I know 

I'll never forget, he turned to me on his deathbed and said 

"Maxella, alle menschen muss zu machen, jeden tug a gentzen kachen" 

What does that mean? 

Who knows? I don't speak Yiddish, strangely enough, neither did he 

But in my heart I knew what he was saying 

He was saying, when you're down and out 

And everybody thinks you're finished 

That's the time to stand up on your two feet and shout 

"Who do you have to fuck to get a break in this town! 

I used to be the king 

The king of old Broadway 

Again I will be king 

And be on top to stay 

Used to be the king 

King of old Broadway 

On top to stay, hey 

There'll be gala opening nights again 

You'll see my name in lights again 

I'll go from dark to brights again 

My spirits high as kites again 

I'll never suffer slights again 

I'll taste those sweet delights again 

No plethora of plights again 

No blossoming of blights again 

No frantic fits or frights again 

Fame is in my sights again 

I'll take those fancy flights again 

I'm gonna scare the heights again 

Bialystock will never drop 

Bialystock will never stop 

Bialystock will be on top again 

Fame is in his sights again 

He'll take those fancy flights again 

He's gonna scale the heights again 

I'll be on top again, hey