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Betrayed

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Betrayed

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GUARD:

Mail call! Here ya go, Bialystock, ya got a postcard.

MAX:

A postcard? From where?

GUARD:

Brazil.

MAX:

Brazil? Who do I know in Brazil?

Dear Max,

Rio is everything you said it was and more. Ulla and I think of you

every chance we get. In the morning, when we have breakfast on our terrace,

many different herrings. And in the evening, when we samba together in the moonlight.

Sorry, must run. Ulla's waiting, it's almost eleven.

Wish you were here, Leo

Just like Cain and Abel

You pulled a sneak attack

I thought that we were brothers

Then you stabbed me in the back

Betrayed!

Oh boy, I'm so betrayed!

Like Samson and Delilah

Your love began to fade

I'm crying in the hoosegow

You're in Rio getting laid!

Betrayed!

Let's face it, I'm betrayed!

Boy, have I been taken

Oy, I'm so forsaken

I should have seen what came to pass

I should have known to watch my ass!

I feel like Othello

Everything is lost

Leo is Iago

Max is double-crossed!

I'm so dismayed

Did I mention I'm betrayed?

I used to be the king

But now I am the fool

A captain without a ship

A rabbi without a shul!

Now I'm about to go to jail

There's no one who will pay my bail

I have no one who I can cry to

No one I can say goodbye to

I'm drowning! I'm drowning here! I'm going down for the last time.

I-I-I see my whole life flashing before my eyes. I see a weathered old

farmhouse with a white picket fence. I'm running through fields of

alfalfa with my collie, Rex. Stop it, Rex! I see my mother standing

on the back porch, in a worn but clean gingham gown, and I hear her

calling out to me, "Alvin! Don't forget your chores. The wood needs

a-cordin and the cows need a-milkin'. Alvin, Alvin..." Wait a minute!

My name's not Alvin! That's not my life. I'm not a hillbilly.

I grew up in the Bronx. Leo's taken everything. Even my past!

My past's a dying ember

But wait...now I remember

How did it begin?

He walked into my office

With his cockamamie scheme

You can make more money

With a flop than with a hit

"We can do it, we can do it"

"I can't do it"

"We can do it!"

"I can't do it!" Goodbye Max!

Lord, I want that money!

I'm back, Max!

"Come on, Leo, we can do it!"

Step one, find the play!

See it, swirl it, touch it, kiss it!

Hello, Mister Liebkind

"Guten Tag, hop clop

"Guten Tag, hop clop"

Adolf Elizabeth Hitler?

"Guten Tag, hop clop

"Guten Tag, hop clop!"

Step two, hire the director

"Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it..."

Two-three, kick, turn, turn, turn, kick, turn

Ulla!

Oooh wah wah woo-woo- wah-wah

Step three, raise the money

"Along came Bialy!"

Intermission!

Step four, hire all the actors

"A wandering minstrel I,

A think of shreds and...

Next! The little wooden boy

Next! That's our Hitler!

"Opening night!"

Good luck, good luck, good luck

Break a leg! I broke my leg!

"Springtime for Hitler and Germany!"

A surprise smash!

"Springtime for Hitler and Germany!

It'll run for years!

"Where did we go right?

Where did we go right?"

Gimme those books

Fat, fat, fatty!

Gimme those books

Books, fat

Books, fat

Books, fat

Books, fat!

Lousy fruit

Kill the actors

You ever eat with one?!

Then you ran to Rio

And you're safely out of reach

I'm behind these bars

You're banging Ulla on the beach!

Just like Julius Caesar

Was betrayed by Brutus

Who'd think an accountant

Would turn out to be my Judas!

I'm so dismayed

Is this how I'm repaid?

To be...

Betrayed!

BETRAYED!!

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