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Musical: Chess
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The Soloists: Whether you are pro or anti, Or could not care less, We are here to tell you We are here to sell you chess. Not a chance of you escaping From our wiles, We've locked the doors, We've blocked the aisles, We've a franchise worth exploiting And we will, yes we will! When it comes to merchandising We could kill. Female Soloists: When you get up-- Male Soloists: When you get up in the morning-- Soloists: Till your bedtime book, You will have to live your life With bishop, knight, and rook. Male Soloists: Clean your teeth with Checkered toothpaste, Wear our vests. Female Soloists: Our kings, and queens On bouncing breasts. Soloists: You could even buy a set, And learn to play. We don't mind, We'll sell you something Anyway. We've done all Our market research, And our finding show That this game of chess Will be around a month or so. Maybe it's a bit confusing For a game, But Rubik's cubes Were much the same. In the end The whole world bought one-- All were gone, By which time We merchandisers Had moved on! By which time We merchandisers Had moved on! [Thanks to Paige Ward for lyrics] Back to main page: Chess Lyrics
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