Chess in Concert, Josh Groban, David Bedella - Anatoly and Molokov lyrics
[Chess in Concert, Josh Groban, David Bedella - Anatoly and Molokov lyrics]
The man is utterly mad believe me, Anatoly
You're playing a lunatic
That's the problem he's a brilliant lunatic
And you can't tell which way he'll jump
Like his game, he's impossible to analyze
You can't predict him, dissect him
Which of course means he's not
A lunatic at all
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back
Nonsense! Why do you people
Always want to believe
Third rate propaganda?
My friend, please, relax
We're all on your side
You know how you need us
I don't need my army of so-called advisors
And helpers to tell me the man
Who's revitalized chess single handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear he's sane
Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing
Reflects on us all
Oh, don't give me that crap
I win, no one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen
Oh, please, don't start spouting
That old party line
Yes, I know it's your job
But just get out and get me
My chess-playing second in 36 hours we begin
That is if you want to win!
Wanting is not sufficient we have to
Know we have to make sure
All men have a weakness: his
Is that woman take her, and you win the game
So you think I can't win otherwise?
I'm not saying that i'm just
Making certain and she is
Attractive then there's her intriguing
Family history - Hungary, 1956 and all that
I'm a chess player
Mr molokov you go and play these other games
You're playing a lunatic
That's the problem he's a brilliant lunatic
And you can't tell which way he'll jump
Like his game, he's impossible to analyze
You can't predict him, dissect him
Which of course means he's not
A lunatic at all
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back
Nonsense! Why do you people
Always want to believe
Third rate propaganda?
My friend, please, relax
We're all on your side
You know how you need us
I don't need my army of so-called advisors
And helpers to tell me the man
Who's revitalized chess single handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear he's sane
Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing
Reflects on us all
Oh, don't give me that crap
I win, no one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen
Oh, please, don't start spouting
That old party line
Yes, I know it's your job
But just get out and get me
My chess-playing second in 36 hours we begin
That is if you want to win!
Wanting is not sufficient we have to
Know we have to make sure
All men have a weakness: his
Is that woman take her, and you win the game
So you think I can't win otherwise?
I'm not saying that i'm just
Making certain and she is
Attractive then there's her intriguing
Family history - Hungary, 1956 and all that
I'm a chess player
Mr molokov you go and play these other games