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I to be the king, the king of old Broadway
The best of was mine to have each day
I always had the hits
The biggest at the Ritz
My showgirls had the tits
I was the pits in any way

Workman, bum, bag
We believe you, thousands
We believe you, word
We believe you, couldn't
We believe each word heard

I used to be the king, the king of old
My praises would sing a Ziegfeld so they'd say

My shows were filled with class
The best champagnes would fill my
My lap was with gorgeous ass
You couldn't me crass in any way

Workman, bum, bag lady,
Usherettes, nuns, street
We you, thousands wouldn't
We you, every word
We believe you, thousands
We believe each we've heard

There was a time I was young and gay
But straight there was a time I was bold
There was a time each and every play
I touched turn to gold

There was a
He the finest clothes
His shoes were new
Now I wear a tux
That's two weeks

Bialy, what a shmoozer
Poor Bialy, what a
Poor Bialy, a loser
Poor Bialy, fame

reviews! How dare they insult me in this manner?
How quickly they forget I am max
The first producer to do summer stock in the winter

he was the king
You've heard of in the round?
looking at the man who invented theater in the square
Nobody had a seat king of old Broadway
I've spent my entire in the theater
I was a protege of the great Tomaschevski

Yes, he me everything I know
never forget, he turned to me on his deathbed and said
"Maxella, alle menschen zu machen, jeden tug a gentzen kachen"
What does that
Who knows? I don't Yiddish, strangely enough, neither did he
But in my heart I knew he was saying
He was saying, you're down and out
And thinks you're finished
That's the time to stand up on two feet and shout
"Who do you have to fuck to get a break in town!

I used to be the
The king of old
I will be king
And be on top to

to be the king
King of old
On top to stay, hey

There'll be gala opening nights
You'll see my name in lights
I'll go from dark to brights
My spirits high as kites
I'll never suffer again
I'll taste those sweet delights

No plethora of plights
No of blights again
No frantic fits or frights

is in my sights again
I'll take those flights again
I'm gonna the heights again

will never drop
Bialystock will never
will be on top again

Fame is in his again
He'll take fancy flights again
He's gonna scale the heights
be on top again, hey