Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Irra Petina
Vocals
William Chapman
Vocals
Robert Mesrobian
Vocals
Candide Orchestra
Orchestra
Norman Roland
Vocals
Candide Ensemble
Vocals
Samuel Krachmalnick
Conductor
Leonard Bernstein
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Wilbur
Writer
Dorothy Parker
Songwriter
Lillian Hellman
Writer
Voltaire
Writer
Hugh Wheeler
Writer
Stephen Sondheim
Writer
John Wells
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goddard Lieberson
Producer
David Oppenheim
Producer
Songteksten
I have always been wily and clever
At deceiving and swindling and such
And I feel just as clever as ever
But I seem to be losing my touch
Oh, I'm losing my touch
Yes, I'm clever, but where does it get me?
My employer gets all of my take
All I get is my daily spaghetti
While he gorges on truffles and cake
What's the use? What's the use?
There's no profit in cheating, it's oh, so defeating
And wrong, oh, so wrong
If you just have to pass it along
That old hag is no use in this jip-joint
Not a sou have I made on her yet
And the one thing that pays in this clip-joint
Is my fraudulent game of roulette
Is my game of roulette
But I have to pay so much protection
To the chief of police and his men
That each day when he makes his collection
I'm a poor man all over again
What's the use? What's the use?
Of dishonest endeavor and being so clever?
It's wrong, oh, so wrong
If you just have to pass it along
It's a very fine thing to be prefect
Shaking down all the gamblers in town
My position has only one defect
There is someone who's shaking me down
Who is shaking me down
For this fellow unhappily knows me
And he's on to the game that I play
And he threatens to shame and expose me
If I do not incessantly pay
What's the use? What's the use?
Of this sneaky conniving and slimy contriving?
It's wrong, oh, so wrong
If you just have to pass it along
I could live very well by extortion
But I simply can't keep what I earn
For I haven't a sense of proportion
And roulette is my only concern
Is my only concern
I've a system that's fiendishly clever
Which I learned from a croupier friend
And I should go on winning forever
But I do seem to lose in the end
What's the use? What's the use?
All this cheating and plotting, you end up with nothing
It's wrong, oh, so wrong
If you just have to pass it along
Pass it along, pass it along
Pass it along, pass it along
Pass it along, pass it along
Pass it along, pass it along
Pass it along, pass it along
Pass it, pass it, pass it, pass it
Oh, what's the use? What's the use?
There's no profit in cheating, it's oh, so defeating
And wrong, oh, so wrong
If you just have to pass it along
Written by: Leonard Bernstein, Richard Wilbur