"Chess" (2) Merano, What a Scene!

Chess involves a romantic triangle between two players in a World Chess Championship, and the woman who manages one and falls in love with the other.

Reference:  Chess in Concert.

Script

Citizens of Merano:
Oh, light the heart
That lingers in Merano.
Merano! The spa no
Connoisseur of spas
Would miss. {So healthy,}
Highly recommended,
Is this sweet metropolis. {Mental and physical bliss.}

The gods have smiled,
And blessed is Merano.
Merano! There are no
Fitter burghers to be found. {Such vigor!}
Take the time to taste us--
We'll give you a welcome
That's typically Tyrol
For then we are sure
Of our ground.
Right now we're Italian--
We used to be German,
The border keeps {Mayor of Merano:}
Shifting around. {Speaking as one of the patriarchs,} {I don't mind taking your lira or marks.}
Oh, I get high when
I saunter by
The mountains of Merano.
Rosy-cheeked Merano
Flourishing to a fault.
The sparkling streams,
The bracing air,
The therapeutic salt.
I'd have to be carried away
To call a halt!

Oh, I feel great
In this bouncing state.
All hail to thee, Merano
Hearty hale Merano--

Girls:
[Spoken]
Any objections?

Guys:
[Spoken]
Nein!

Where breathing in
Will turn you on.
Where water tastes like wine.
Get up your get up and go
And get in line!
It's living your life in a show
By Roger and Hammerstein.

Oh, sad the soul
Who passes by Merano.
Merano! So far no
Soul has ever passed us by. {They love us.}
Why not stay forever?
Oh, so many reason why, {All those in favor say "Aye"}
Aye!

So sing a song.
Let's hear it for Merano.
Merano! Soprano,
Alto, tenor, bass
Agree! {We're wholesome.}
What a happy haven!
This is a place
Where your arteries soften--
Cholesterol hasn't a chance.
From mountain to valley
The natural goodness {Mayor of Merano:}
Is fighting pollution's advance. {So come to us and feel the force,} {All major credit cards taken of course.}

Oh, I get high when
I saunter by
The mountains of Merano.
Rosy-cheeked Merano
Flourishing to a fault.
The sparkling streams,
The bracing air,
The therapeutic salt.
I'd have to be carried away
To call a halt!

Once in a while
All the gods will smile
On little old Merano.
Humble, shy Merano
Suddenly hits the press.
And I report with all the pride
And joy that I possess:
Half of the world and his wife
Has our address!
Our little town will be rife
With games of chess!

[Whistling]
Get up your get up and go
And get in line!
It's living your life in a show
By Rogers and Hammerstein!

Frederick:
What a scene,
What a joy,
What a lovely sight
When my game is
The big sensation!
Has the mob's sporting taste
Altered overnight?
Have they found
New sophistication?

Florence:
Not yet!
They just want to see
If the nice guy
Beats the bum.
If it's East-West,
And the money's sky high--

Florence & Frederick:
They all come.

Frederick:
You can raise all you want,
If you raise the roof
Scream and shout,
And the gate increases.
Break the rules,
Break the bank,
I'm the living proof
They don't care
How I move my pieces.
Well, I know I'm the best there is,
But all they want is a show.
Well, that's all right,
I'll be glad to oblige--

Florence & Frederick:
SRO
SRO!

Citizens of Merano:
Oh, I get high when
I saunter by
The mountains of Merano.
Rosy-cheeked Merano
Flourishing to a fault.
The sparkling streams,
The bracing air,
The therapeutic salt.
I'd have to be carried away
To call a halt!

Oh, I feel great
In this bouncing state.
All hail to thee, Merano
Hearty hale Merano--

Girls:
[Spoken]
Any objections?

Guys:
[Spoken]
Nein!

Where breathing in
Will turn you on.
Where water tastes like wine.
Get up your get up and go
And get in line!
It's living your life in a show
By Roger and Hammerstein!

Now for the sell:
We put the ice into paradise,
We are the salt of the Earth
Sound as a bell,
Check out the waters,
And check out the hygiene
At which we excel.
Check into a hotel
And schnell
Body and soul get well!

Merano, What a Scene, What a Joy!

Florence:
Well we can't complain
that you've been ignored by the press. 

Freddie:
What'd they say? What'd they say? 

Florence:
They're not too polite... 

Freddie:
They say I'm a shit? 

Florence:
Well, yes. They pulled you to pieces...
In five different languages,
The Times: "You thrive on unpleasantness." 

Florence: (In French)
"Le Monde: Freddie Trumper, La Honte des écheques." 

Freddie:
I can't believe that they don'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! 

Florence: (In German)

Freddie:
Hey look here's some piece that
Some idiot's written on you.
"Florence Vassey: petite, Hungarian-born personal assistant."
"His gentle companion..."
Ha! If they only knew. 

Florence:
What do you mean? I'm always gentle with you, Freddie! 

Freddie and Florence:
"She stands
By her champion." 

Freddie:
I like this! 

Freddie and Florence:
"Whose demands
Are so infantile." 

Freddie:
I don't like this. 

Florence:
If you don't like it then it's up to you.
They like the Russian they could like you too. 

Freddie:
Commie newspapers!
Of course the bastards all support
the Russian. 

Florence:
But Sergievsky seems a sweet opponent.
So why do you abuse him all the time?
Freddie, I love you very much but please,
just for once, don't go on about the Russians at the press conference, okay?

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