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Benny Andersson, Tim Rice, and Bjorn Ulvaeus
MOLOKOV: We wish, no must, make our disgust at 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, Our player's sporting attitude's beyond all praise, as any neutral would attest But we concede the fact his masters bend the rules is not a player's fault -- We'll overlook their crude political assault and under protest will proceed MOLOKOV: We wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear we're here for chess -- are the U.S.? How can you make such a claim? MOLOKOV: ARBITER: If your man's so sweet Point 17 Then why his fighting talk? No one-way screen If he's not a cheat Will be allowed Then why on earth In the hall Did he go take a walk? FLORENCE: Why let him loose? I am not surprised He'll soon reduce He wanted fresher air This great event Once he realized To a brawl There was no hope Of your lot playing fair It's very sad How sad To see the ancient and To see Distinguished game What used That used to be To be BOTH: A model of decorum and tranquillity Become like any other sport A battleground for rival ideologies To slug it out with glee THE RUSSIAN: MOLOKOV: Through the elegant yelling We wish, no must, make our disgust Of this compelling dispute At this abuse perfectly clear Comes the ghastly suspicion We're here for chess -- are the U.S.? My opposition's a fruit If so, why foul the atmosphere? FLORENCE: ARBITER: I don't suppose Point 23 You'd understand the strain The board will be and pressure getting where he's got Made in Sweden For then you'd simply call him Non-aligned wood highly strung and not Imply that he was one of those THE RUSSIAN: MOLOKOV: But how can you It seems to us Work for one who There's little point in waiting here Treats you like dirt? all night for his return Pay must be good And since a peaceful match is our sole concern We won't make an official fuss FLORENCE: I'm not getting rich In short we rise My only interest Above your guy's Is in something which Tantrums, dramas, Gives me the chance Dirty tricks Of working with the best. THE RUSSIAN: ARBITER: I can only say Point 31 I hope your dream comes true No game begun Till that far-off day By noon goes on I hope you cope After six With helping number two. THE RUSSIAN & FLORENCE: How sad To see ARBITER & MOLOKOV: It's very sad to see The ancient and distinguished game that used to be ALL: A model of decorum and tranquillity Become like any other sport A battleground for rival ideologies To slug it out with glee
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