Commie Newspapers Lyrics - Freddie

Florence: 

Well, we cant complain that 

you've been ignored by the press. 

Freddie: 

What'd they say? What'd they say? 

Florence: 

They're not to 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." 

Le Monde: 

"Frederick Trumper: La honte des echecs." 

Freddie: 

I don't believe that they can't see my game. = 

I'm like that tennis player, whats his name? = 

They love to hate me and for us, that's dollars. 

Florence: 

Die Welt: "Trumper: Der wilde Junge des Schachs." 

Freddie: 

Hey, look there's a piece that some idiots written on you. 

"Florence Vassey, petite, Hungarian-born personal assistant." 

"His gentle companion-" if they only knew! 

Florence: 

What do you mean? I've always been gentle with you, Freddie! 

Both: 

She stands by her champion. 

Freddie: 

I like this. 

Both: 

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 Russians. 

Florence: 

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?