I Wanna Be a Producer
Unhappy... unhappy.very unhappy
Unhappy... unhappy...
Very very very very very
Very very unhappy
Oh, I debits all duh mornin'
An' I credits all duh eb'nin
Until dem ledgers be right
Until dem ledgers be right
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 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
Sell it, girls!
Of a great big Broadway smash
Don't forget the balcony!
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 be a producer
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...
So unhappy
Very very very very very
very very...
...sad
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!
Bloom, where do you think you're going?
Mr. Marks, I've got news for you. I quit!
Here's my visor... my Dixon Ticonderoga number two pencil... and my big finish!
I'm gonna be a producer
Sound the horn and beat the drum
I'm gonna be a producer
Look out Broadway, cause here I come!!
Broadway, here he comes!
Unhappy... unhappy...
Very very very very very
Very very unhappy
Oh, I debits all duh mornin'
An' I credits all duh eb'nin
Until dem ledgers be right
Until dem ledgers be right
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 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
Sell it, girls!
Of a great big Broadway smash
Don't forget the balcony!
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 be a producer
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...
So unhappy
Very very very very very
very very...
...sad
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!
Bloom, where do you think you're going?
Mr. Marks, I've got news for you. I quit!
Here's my visor... my Dixon Ticonderoga number two pencil... and my big finish!
I'm gonna be a producer
Sound the horn and beat the drum
I'm gonna be a producer
Look out Broadway, cause here I come!!
Broadway, here he comes!
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Writer(s): Mel Brooks
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