Josh Groban Molikov And Anatoly
Molokov:
The man is utterly mad! Believe me, Anatoly,
You're playing a lunatic
Anatoly:
That's the problem.
He's a brilliant lunatic,
and you can't tell which way he'll jump.
Like his game, he's impossible to analyze.
You can't predict him, dissect him,
Which of course means he's not a lunatic at all
Molokov:
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid,
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back.
Anatoly:
Nonsense!
Why do you people always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda?
Molokov:
My friend, please relax,
We're all your side
You know how you need us
Anatoly:
I don't need my army of 'so-called' advisors
And helpers to tell me the man
who's revitalised Chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear
He's sane
Molokov:
Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing reflects on us all
Anatoly:
Oh, don't give me that crap!
I win, no-one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
Molokov:
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen
Anatoly:
Oh please don't start spouting
that old party line
Just get out, and get me my chess-playing second
In 36 hours we begin
That is if you want to win
Molokov:
One thing is not sufficient.
We have to know, we have to make sure
All men have a weakness
His is that woman.
Take her, and you win the game.
Anatoly:
So you think I can't win otherwise?
Molokov:
I'm not saying that, I'm just making certain
And she is attractive.
And then there's her intriguing family history,
Hungary, 1956 and all that
Anatoly:
I'm a chess player, Mr. Molokov.
You go and play these other games.