Josh Groban - Quartet lyrics

Molokov: We wish, no, must, make our disgust With this abuse perfectly clear We're here for chess -- Are the U.S.? If so, why foul the atmosphere? Florence: I must protest -- our delegation Has a host of valid points to raise. Arbiter: It's not just black and white If I may coin a phrase As any neutral would attest. Florence: But we concede the fact his masters bend the rules is not your player's fault -- We'll overlook your crude political a**ault and under protest we'll proceed Molokov: If your man's so sweet Then why his fighting talk? If he's not a cheat Then why on earth did he go take a walk? Florence: I am not surprised (Molokov: Why let him loose?) he wanted fresher air (Molokov: He'll soon reduce) Once he realized there was no hope (Molokov: This great event) Of your lot playing fair. (Molokov: To a brawl) Florence & Anatoly: How sad (Molokov & Arbiter: It's very sad to see) To see (Molokov & Arbiter: The ancient and distinguished game that used to be) All: A model of decorum and tranquility Become like any other sport A battleground for rival ideologies To slug it out with glee. Anatoly: I would say with regard to Him it is hard to rebut Ever-growing suspicions My opposition's a nut. Florence: I would have said You'd understand the strain and pressure getting where he's got For then you'd simply call him highly strung and not imply that he was off his head. Anatoly: But how on earth can someone even Half as civilized and nice as you Be part of such a self-destructive Point of view? I hope he pays you what you're worth. Florence: I'm not getting rich (Molokov: Then, we'll rise) My only interest is (Molokov: Above your guy's) in something which (Molokov: Tantrums) Gives me the chance (Molokov: dramas) Of working with the best. (Molokov: Dirty tricks) Anatoly: I can only say I hope your dream comes true Till that far-off day I hope you cope With helping number two. Florence & Anatoly: How sad (Molokov & Arbiter: It's very sad to see) To see (Molokov & Arbiter: The ancient and distinguished game that used to be) All: A model of decorum and tranquility Become like any other sport A battleground for rival ideologies To slug it out with glee. (Repeat singing in a quartet)