I Wanna Be a Producer

Unhappy, unhappy, very unhappy Unhappy, unhappy Very, very, very, very, very, very, very unhappy Unhappy, unhappy Very, very, very, very, very, very, very unhappy I spend my life accounting With figures and such, unhappy To what is my life amounting? It figures, not much, unhappy I have a secret desire Hiding deep in my soul It sets my heart afire To see me in this role I wanna be a producer With a hit show on Broadway I wanna be a producer Lunch at Sardi's every day I wanna be a producer Sport a top hat and a cane I wanna be a producer And drive those chorus girls insane I wanna be a producer And sleep until half-past two I wanna be a producer And say, "You, you, you, not you" I wanna be a producer Wear a tux on opening nights I wanna be a producer And see my name, Leo Bloom, in lights He wants to be a producer Of a great big Broadway smash He wants to be a producer Every pocket stuffed with cash He wants to be a producer Pinch our cheeks 'til we cry ouch, eek, ooh, oh, ahh, yes He wants to be a producer With a great big casting couch I wanna be, he wants to be I wanna be, he wants to be I wanna be the greatest, grandest And most fabulous producer in the world He wanna dine with the duchess and the duke I just got to be a producer Drink champagne until I puke Drink champagne till he pukes I wanna be a producer Show the world just what I've got I'm gonna put on shows that will enthrall 'em Read my name in Winchell's column I wanna be a producer 'Cause it's everything I'm not Unhappy, unhappy I wanna be a producer Very, very unhappy, unhappy (Wait a minute, yeah minute, hold everything, hold everything) Mr. Bialystock was right There is a lot more to me than there is to me Stop the world, I wanna get on I'm gonna be a producer He's gonna be a producer Look out Broadway 'cause here I come