The Rothschilds: A Musical: Everything

We have enough
We have a roof overhead, clothes on our backs
We make a living with something extra
So we can give when a poor man asks
What more do you want?
We have enough
What more do we need?

What more do we need?
What more do we want?
What more do we need?
We want everything, everything
Everything other men aspire to
What another's entitled to
We're entitled to, too
It's a curious, dangerous malady
We are all afflicted with
We want everything, everything
Just like other men do

Where is it written?
In what book of ancient lore
We should want just so much
And no more?

This unorthodox feeling
Has slowly come stealing over all of us
We want everything, everything
Just like other men do

They say that everything comes to those who wait
Well, maybe everything comes to those who wait out there
Not to those in here
In here, there's no such luck
In here, we're stuck in our bleak little black little corners
Like so many little Jake Horners waiting
Waiting, waiting
Morning and night and noon
Sticking our thumbs in, looking for plums
Knowing we'll be lucky
To settle for a solitary prune

All plums are restricted to the plums out there
Out there, out there, out there, out there
Out there there are men
No different from us
No better, no brighter, no different from us
Except that they're out there
While we're in here
Year out, year in here

Wanting everything, everything
Everything other men aspire to
What another's entitled to
We're entitled to, too
It's a curious, dangerous malady
We are all afflicted with
We want everything, everything
Just like other men do

Papa has taught us there's a crack in the wall
Your father
He taught us it's up to us all
To probe and pick and push until one day
That wall gives way
And we have everything, everything
Just like other men do!

Father's been stuffing your heads with crazy plans
Princes, courts, bankers
And for what?

Good night, Mama

We have enough

Good night, Mama (Good night, Mama)
Good night, Mama

We have enough
We have a fire in the stove, food in the house
We have each other, we have the Sabbath
We have a share in the world to come
What more do you want?

What more do we need? (Jews and aliens of Frankfurt)
(The ghetto is closed)

Mama, it'll take a fortune to kill that lullaby
Good night, Mama

We have enough