The Game [Reprise] - Stephen Sondheim

One day up, the next day down

That’s the way it goes

One week you can own the town

Next week, hey, who knows?

You and me, though, Brother mine

We’re pros

The whole thing’s nothing more than just a game

And what we both are good at is the game

Believe me, I’m not asking for forgiveness

All the same

I’m asking to get back into the game

Given up booze, given up coke

Given up girls, don’t even smoke

Got a bad break and wound up broke

Jesus, my life is one sad joke…

(Pause. Addison just stares at him.)

Want me to beg?

Want me to crawl?

Want an apology?

Your call

I was a prick, but after all

Jesus, I’m your brother!

(Another pause. Wilson sings with increasing desperation:)

It’s more than just the money that’s at stake

It’s even more than begging for a break

Joke or not, it’s my life!

If you want to twist the knife

Then twist the knife…

Only please-!

(Wilson tilts forward and collapses. Thunder rumbles.)

It won’t work, Willie… Up and at 'em!

…Willie?

(Wilson doesn’t move.)

Shit!

(Thunder rumbles.)