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letra de penniless bums - sugar original cast recording

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(joe)
grief, you hunter you do pursue me
and ooh, your arrows and swift

(jerry)
ooh what pressures on two possessors
of such rare musical gift
why should two fine artists
be beset by such ravaging beasts

(joe)
and stay alive, struggling to survive
in a world of famines and feasts

(spoken, joe)
hey jer! let’s go down to the musicians union and try and get a job

(spoken, jerry)
there are no jobs!

(sung, joe & jerry)
see how two melody masters
can suffer a string of disasters
and finally, become two penniless bums

(jеrry)
duck in the butcher and laundry
(joe)
which onе to pay is a quandary

(joe & jerry)
so we pay none like penniless bums

train for the philharmonic
we offered our souls, ironically
just to be spurned, chronically snubbed

ribcages like two xylophones
so thin, we’re just a pile of bones
beggin’ for crumbs, a grief that numbs
just like two pitiful, penniless bums

see how two melody masters
can suffer a string of disasters
and finally, become two penniless bums

it seems like faster and faster
we head toward and total catastrophe
just two pathetic and penniless bums

a world we’re tired of grapplin’
we feel like charlie chap-a-lin
who got his adam’s apple and ate his shoe
we hear somewhere is siberia
there is a free cafeteria
so here we come, save us a crumb!
here come two pitiful, penniless bums
[instrumental break]

(musicians)
we’re disgusted with bein’ busted
like poor, unfortunate, slobs
our own union thinks we’re inhuman
a line this long without jobs!

[?]
we pay [?], then end up getting this
we’re not mad because we’ve been had
but it’s usually done with a kiss

we’ll end up like pan-handlers
moochin’ a dime
sleeping in [?]
with a half pint of wine

(spoken, joe)
hey jer, what did i tell you, we’re at the head of the line!

(spoken, man)
alright men, line up over here
(spoken, jerry)
wrong again

(spoken, man)
quiet, quiet! i’ve got two chairs here. two chairs for sat-rday night. sax and bass

(sung, joe & jerry)
we’re disgusted with being busted
our gosh-darn union thinks we’re inhuman
it’s practice, practice, study, study
where’s it get you, buddy?
we find our minds in a constant quandary
“oh the butchery, oh the laundry!
which one to pay?” well it’s hard to say
so we pay n0body

(joe, jerry, & musicians)
train for the philharmonic
we offered out souls, ironically
just to be spurred, chronically snubbed

(joe & jerry)
ribcages like two xylophones
so thin, we’re just a pile of bones
beggin’ for crumbs, a grief that numbs
just like two pitiful, penniless—

(musicians)
[?]
our own union thinks we’re inhuman
just like two pitifully
penniless!
broken down!
beaten up!
just like two pitifully, penniless bums!

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