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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
John Behlmann
John Behlmann
Künstler:in
‘SMASH’ Original Broadway Cast
Künstler:in
Paul Staroba
Paul Staroba
Dirigent:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marc Shaiman
Marc Shaiman
Komponist:in
Scott Wittman
Scott Wittman
Texte
Doug Besterman
Doug Besterman
Orchestrator:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Scott M. Riesett
Scott M. Riesett
Produzent:in
Marc Shaiman
Marc Shaiman
Produzent:in
Stephen Oremus
Stephen Oremus
Produzent:in
Sean Patrick Flahaven
Sean Patrick Flahaven
Produzent:in
Samuel Hoad
Samuel Hoad
Produzent:in
Lawrence Manchester
Lawrence Manchester
Mischtechniker:in
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Gentlemen
Take a memo
Today the trades are all aglow
With grosses for our Miss Monroe
The things those vermin mustn't know
Is what she puts us through
She makes directors wait all day
One line per hour's all she'll say
And still, she thinks we're gonna pay
She needs a talking to
Tomatoes like her must be put in their place
If she don't shape up soon, she'll soon be walking
'Cause the buck stops with me
Yes, you're right, we agree
Uh, don't say "yes" until I finish talking
She's got them all tied up in knots
Makes each producer faint and plotz
She thinks she's queen and calls the shots
As she sits on her throne
She needs to learn she's only skin
The next girl's waiting for a spin
I made a star of Rin Tin Tin
And paid him with a bone
Tomatoes like her, well, they're easy to find
We throw them out as soon as they start squawking
So, get me some younger dish
We concur, as you wish
Hey, don't say "yes" until I finish talking
And while you've got me on a roll
Let's find a role for Nat King Cole
Tell Mankiewicz his script is trite
A little lower, to the right
I think that Brando is miscast
That television just won't last
That I'm the king of Hollywood
All hail the king
Oh, that feels good
Which brings me back to that dumb blonde
To her demands, I now respond
Some buy your act, but I'm not conned
You better fall in line
You're two bazooms and nuts to boot
I'll keep you in a bathing suit
When you stop bringing in the loot
We'll go back to the vine
Tomatoes like you, they all whither and die
My powers, though, will never be diminished
So don't bring me to my boiling point
You're just a broad, I own the joint
I'm in control, you're just a face
Allow me to cut to the chase
I'll make another movie star
Can someone light my damn cigar?
And then say "yes"
'Cause yes, men
I'm finished
Yes
Written by: Marc Shaiman, Scott Wittman
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