Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Lane
Vocals
Matthew Broderick
Vocals
The Producers Ensemble
Chorus
Original Broadway Cast of The Producers
Performer
The Producers Orchestra
Performer
Patrick S. Brady
Music Director
Brad Oscar
Vocals
Bryn Dowling
Vocals
Cady Huffman
Vocals
Dale Stuckenbruck
Violin
Gary Beach
Vocals
Grace Paradise
Harp
Jeffrey Denman
Vocals
Jennifer Smith
Vocals
Jesse Levy
Cello
Laura Oatts
Violin
Naomi Katz
Violin
Ray Wills
Vocals
Roger Bart
Vocals
Seaton, Laura
Violin
Stephanie Cummins
Cello
Tony Kadleck
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Morris
Composer
Mel Brooks
Composer
Patrick S. Brady
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mel Brooks
Executive Producer
Hugh Fordin
Producer
Alan Silverman
Mastering Engineer
Allen Weinberg
Creative Director
Cynthia Daniels
Mixing Engineer
Paul Kolnik
Photography
Susan Stroman
Executive Producer
Yvonne Yedibalian
Assistant Engineer
Letra
Your honor...when I was in Rio, and had everything I'd ever dreamed of, I suddenly realized that this man... this man...
(sung)
No one ever made me feel like someone
'Til him
Life was really nothing but a glum one
'Til him
My existence bordered on the tragic
Always timid, never took a chance
Then I felt his magic
And my heart began to dance
I was always frightened, fraught with worry
'Til him
I was going nowhere in a hurry
'Til him
He filled up my empty life
Filled it to the brim
There could never ever be another one...
Like him
Leo, I... I never realized... you're a good singer
Thank you, Max. I sang it for you. I sang it because I'm your friend
You are? Gee, I've had a lot of relationships, but you couldn't call any of them "friend". But come to think of it...
(sung)
No one ever ever really knew me
'Til him
Everyone was always out to screw me
'Til him
Never met a man I ever trusted
Always dealt with shysters in the past
Now I'm well adjusted
'Cause I've got a friend at last
Aaaaaaaahh!
Don't help me
(sung)
Always playing singles, never doubles
'Til him
Never had a pal to share my troubles
'Til him
He filled up my empty life
Filled it to the brim...
There could never ever be another one...
Like him
Gentlemen, it breaks my heart to break up such a beautiful friendship, so I won't. Five years at the State Penitentiary at Sing-Sing!
Written by: John Morris, Mel Brooks

