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 op`ning 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
Ev`ry 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 wants to dine with a duchess and a duke
I just gotta be a producer
Drink champagne until I puke
Drink champagne `til 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
Hold everything! What I am I doing here?
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, here I come!