Josh Groban - Molikov and Anatoly lyrics

Molokov: The man is utterly mad! Believe me, Anatoly, You're playing a lunatic Anatoly: That's the problem. He's a brilliant lunatic, and you can't tell which way he'll jump. Like his game, he's impossible to an*lyze. You can't predict him, dissect him, Which of course means he's not a lunatic at all Molokov: What we've just seen's a pathetic display From a man who's beginning to crack He's afraid, He knows he isn't the player he was And he won't get it back. Anatoly: Nonsense! Why do you people always want to believe Third-rate propaganda? Molokov: My friend, please relax, We're all your side You know how you need us Anatoly: I don't need my army of 'so-called' advisors And helpers to tell me the man who's revitalised Chess single-handed Is more or less out of his brain When it's very clear He's sane Molokov: Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper We won't get caught in that trap After all, winning or losing reflects on us all Anatoly: Oh, don't give me that crap! I win, no-one else does And I take the rap if I lose Molokov: It's not quite that simple The whole world's tuned in We're all on display We're not merely sportsmen Anatoly: Oh please don't start spouting that old party line Just get out, and get me my chess-playing second In 36 hours we begin That is if you want to win Molokov: One thing is not sufficient. We have to know, we have to make sure All men have a weakness His is that woman. Take her, and you win the game. Anatoly: So you think I can't win otherwise? Molokov: I'm not saying that, I'm just making certain And she is attractive. And then there's her intriguing family history, Hungary, 1956 and all that Anatoly: I'm a chess player, Mr. Molokov. You go and play these other games.