Hard Currency

Industrialists, the military, peasants are waiting at the airport CHORUS:
She’s coming, she’s coming, she’s coming
With a great silver bird she’s coming
She’s coming, she’s coming, she’s coming
With a great silver bird she’s coming
Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha
Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha
Martha: When I was poor I hated it
Always the wolf at the door
Now that I’m rich
I’m so happy
I’ll never be poor anymore
I’ll never be poor anymore
Chorus: Heavy industry
A higher standard of living
Martha: When I was a kid grandma told me
Girl, now you listen to me
Without any money you’re nothing
Without money you’ll never be free
Chorus: Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha
You might be pretty, forget it, forget it
You might be smart but so what
If you don’t have plenty of money
It’s plenty of nothing you’ve got
Heavy industry
A higher standard of living
Hard currency
Martha: I had a friend
I betrayed that friend
Am I an animal or what?
Does not a human heart beat within my breast
Maybe not!
Chorus: Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha
Martha (speaking to the audience): Goodbye, goodbye everyone! We won’t see each
other ever again. But in my heart, I’ll always be an
American. (Some angry grumbling) A north american. Goodbye and give my regards
to broadway!