Unhappy, unhappy, very unhappy   Unhappy, unhappy   Very, very, very, very, very, very, very unhappy   Unhappy, unhappy   Very, very, very, very, very, very, very unhappy      I spend my life accounting   With figures and such, unhappy   To what is my life amounting?   It figures, not much, unhappy      I have a secret desire   Hiding deep in my soul   It sets my heart afire   To see me in this role      I wanna be a producer   With a hit show on Broadway   I wanna be a producer   Lunch at Sardi's every day      I wanna be a producer   Sport a top hat and a cane   I wanna be a producer   And drive those chorus girls insane      I wanna be a producer   And sleep until half-past two   I wanna be a producer   And say, "You, you, you, not you"      I wanna be a producer   Wear a tux on opening nights   I wanna be a producer   And see my name, Leo Bloom, in lights      He wants to be a producer   Of a great big Broadway smash   He wants to be a producer   Every pocket stuffed with cash      He wants to be a producer   Pinch our cheeks 'til we cry ouch, eek, ooh, oh, ahh, yes   He wants to be a producer   With a great big casting couch      I wanna be, he wants to be   I wanna be, he wants to be   I wanna be the greatest, grandest   And most fabulous producer in the world      He wanna dine with the duchess and the duke   I just got to be a producer   Drink champagne until I puke   Drink champagne till he pukes      I wanna be a producer   Show the world just what I've got   I'm gonna put on shows that will enthrall 'em   Read my name in Winchell's column      I wanna be a producer   'Cause it's everything I'm not      Unhappy, unhappy   I wanna be a producer   Very, very unhappy, unhappy   (Wait a minute, yeah minute, hold everything, hold everything)      Mr. Bialystock was right   There is a lot more to me than there is to me   Stop the world, I wanna get on      I'm gonna be a producer   He's gonna be a producer   Look out Broadway 'cause here I come