Lyrics Commie Newspapers - Chess In Concert

Commie Newspapers

Well we can’t complain that you’ve been ignored by the press.
What’d they say?
What’d they say?
They’re not to polite
They say I’m a shit?
Well, yes.
They pulled you to pieces.
In five different languages.
The Times: «You thrive on unpleasantness.»
Le Monde: «Frederick Trumper:
La honte des echecs.»
I don’t believe that they can’t see my game.
I’m like that tennis player,
what’s his name?
They love to hate me and for us, that’s dollars.
Die Welt: «Trumper: Der wilde Junge des Schachs.»
Hey, look there’s a piece that some idiot’s written on you.
«Florence Vassey,
petite, Hungarian-born personal assistant.
His gentle companion-»
if they only knew!
What do you mean?
I’ve always been gentle with you, Freddie!
«She stands by her champion.»
I like this.
«Whose demands are so infantile»
I don’t like this.
If you don’t like it then it’s up to you.
They like the Russian they could like
you, too.
Commie newspapers!
Of course the bastards all support the Russians.
But Sergievsky seems a sweet opponent.
So why do you abuse him all the time?
Freddie, I love you very much, but just for once, don’t go on about the
Russians at the press conference, okay?