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Chess-Musical lyrics Endgame lyrics ARBITER'S ASSISTANTS Did you make it clear That he has to be here? Does he understand He will lose his title? ARBITER How straightforward the game When all its rules are respected And these rules are the same For a champion or for a novice No show, no dice, no appeal, no exceptions, no way! MERCHANDISERS Do you think he knows What it's gonna cost him? Does the player exist In any human endeavor... Do you think he cares What it's gonna cost him? ...Who's been known to resist Sirens of fame an possessions? Threaten to cut off supplies and he'll come out to play RUSSIANS He's a broken man: Good as back in Moscow NIKOLAI It's the weak who extol Tawdry untruths about freedom.... RUSSIANS What a way to learn Home is where the heart is NIKOLAI ...Prostituting the soul Chasing some spurious starlight Trinkets in airports sufficient to lead them astray CIA Selfish little creep Everybody suffers BEN I'm no expert in chess But hazard this prognostication.... CIA Selfish little creep Everybody suffers BEN That the late mister S Has better chances of winning The Kentucky Derby than keeping his title today CIA Selfish little creep Everybody suffers We don't see the jerk Even coming second JOURNALISTS We are all aware of reputation But one empty chair is condemnation Of a man who blew it scuttled with dishonor MERCHANDISERS, CIA MEN No one gives a damn For his dilemma Just another scam We're sick of them, a Lot of jobs at stake With Russia's primadonna ARBITER & ASSISTANTS We can hardly begin to Imagine why he'd risk all he's put into His calling through the years The blood, the sweat, the tears The late, late nights, the early starts MORE JOURNALISTS Of course the effect is Exactly what observers will expect, viz. The world is set to cheer The only one who's here The bad guy's gone and won their hearts EVERYBODY Is he still in bed? Or in the shower? Even if he's dead They won't allow a Man to show up after the appointed hour ANATOLY They all think they see a man Who doesn't know Which move to make Which way to go Whose private life Caused his decline Wrecked his grand design Some are vicious, some are fools To see in me One of their kind [Note: At this point, the performance lyrics were unauthorized by Tim Rice and rewritten without his consent. His original lyrics follow, as printed in the souvenir brochure insert sold at the Imperial Theatre.] FREDDIE So he hasn't cracked! He still can cut it! Maybe it's an act -- It must be! But it's Strange how he's so cool And I'm the one who's breaking I don't feel that he's The one I'm playing Florence, Florence, please -- My God! I'm saying You still screw me up On every move I'm making ANATOLY Here I see a man caring About a minor sporting triumph, sharing A show with esoterics Paranoids, hysterics Who don't pay attention to What goes on around them They leave the ones they touch the way they found them Is this the life I need? A childish, selfish greed While those who love me bleed to death When I look at her Her and her father What would she prefer? I know I'd rather Live my life alone than feel That I'd betrayed them FREDDIE At last! He's made a mistake! ANATOLY Which means that my decision isn't very hard at all FREDDIE No-one could get out of this! ANATOLY So here I am -- The final stages of a soul-destroying game The sacrifice of someone I will never find again FREDDIE ANATOLY Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! FREDDIE Backed the losing side Florence Vassy Took you for a ride Florence Vassy That is known as dues and honey you just paid them! ANATOLY There is nothing more to do My choice is made The die is cast The game is played And so at last I have freedom! ALL We have just witnessed history made Power moves west, ending an era This is a great day for American chess! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Performance lyrics -- from the point of the note above. FREDDIE So he's gonna fight This situation Where's my appetite For concentration? Why is he so focused When my thoughts are straying Looking at this man It's her I'm seeing Once my greatest fan And now her being His, still gets to me And screws the way I'm playing ANATOLY Here I see a man caring About a minor sporting triumph, sharing A show with esoterics Paranoids, hysterics Who don't pay attention to What goes on around them They leave the ones they touch the way they found them Is this the life I need? A childish, selfish greed While those who love me bleed to death Then I think of her Her and her father What would she prefer? I know I'd rather Live my life alone than feel That I had harmed them FREDDIE At last! He's made a mistake! ANATOLY I cannot go on hurting all the people who have trusted me FREDDIE He will not escape from here ANATOLY So here we are The final stages of a soul-destroying game The sacrifice of someone I will never find again FREDDIE ANATOLY Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! FREDDIE Backed the losing side Florence Vassy Took you for a ride Florence Vassy You just haven't got the instict of a winner ANATOLY There is nothing more to do No hope, no way To save the game The end of play So I lose today And tomorrow ALL We have just witnessed history made Power moves west, ending an era This is a great day for American chess! 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