Nathan Lane, Matthew Broderick - We Can Do It (from "The Producers") Lyrics

Don't you see, Bloom, darling Bloom?
Glorious Bloom, it's so simple
Step one, we find the worst play ever written
Step two, we hire the worst director in town
Step three, I raise two million dollars

Two? Yes, one for me, one for you
There's a lot of little old ladies out there
Step four, we hire the worst actors in New York
And open on Broadway and before you can say, “Step five”
We close on Broadway, take our two million and go to Rio

Rio? Nah, that'd never work, oh, ye of little faith
What did Lewis say to Clark when everything looked bleak?
What did Sir Edmund say to Tenzing
As they struggled toward Everest's peak?

What did Washington say to his troops
As they crossed the Delaware?
I'm sure you're well aware, what'd they say?

We can do it, we can do it
We can do it, me and you
We can do it, we can do it
We can make our dreams come true

Everything you've ever wanted
Is just waiting to be had
Beautiful girls, wearing nothing but pearls
Caressing you, undressing you and driving you mad

We can do it, we can do it
This is not the time to shirk
We can do it, you won't rue it
Say goodbye to petty clerk

Hi, Producer, yes, Producer
I mean you, sir, go beserk
We can do it, we can do it
And I know it's gonna work

Whatta ye say, Bloom? What do I say?
Finally a chance to be a Broadway producer
What do I say?

Finally a chance to make my dreams come true, sir
What do I say, what do I say?
Here's what I say to you, sir

I can't do it, I can't do it
I can't do it, that's not me
I'm a loser, I'm a coward
I'm a chicken, don't you see?

When it comes to wooing women
There's a few things that I lack
Beautiful girls, wearing nothing but pearls
Cashing me, embracing me, I'd have an attack

Why, you miserable, cowardly, wretched little caterpillar
Don't you ever want to become a butterfly?
Don't you want to spread your wings
And flap your way to glory?

We can do it, we can do it
We can grab that holy grail
We can do it, we can do it
Drink Champagne, not ginger ale
Come on, Leo, can't you see oh

Mr. Bialystock, please stop the song
You've got me wrong, I'll say, "So long"
I'm not as strong a person as you think
Mr. Bialystock, just take a look
I'm not a crook, I'm just a shnook
The bottom line is that I stink, I can't do it

You see Rio, I see jail
We can do it, I can't do it, we can do it
I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot do it
'Cause I know it's gonna fail, we can do it
I know it cannot fail
(It's gonna fail)