Perspective

George, if you resign, your successor might take one look at me

And ask himself, "What's that oaf doing in this fancy parfumerie?"

The fact is, you're a very good clerk, Ladislav

I'm an idiot. But at least I'm an idiot with a job. (sung)

Call me fool

That's all right with me

Here's my rule

Never disagree

Where's my pride?

Swallowed long ago

Deep inside

Where it doesn't show

Bowing, scraping, nodding, beaming

Always humble

Not an ounce of self-respect

Yes, sir, yes, sir

You're so right, sir

Black is white, sir

'Scuse me while I genuflect

How do I remain so calm and cheerful?

How do I retain my peace of mind?

Let me just explain my rationale

It's all in your perspective

Listen

Listen

To an old Hungarian's philosophy

I am only one of several in a rather small parfumerie

Which is only one of several in this city

Which is one of many cities in this country

Which is only one of many countries

Which are on this continent

Which is only one of seven on this not-so-special planet

Which is one of several in our solar system

Which is only one of many solar systems

In this vast and inconceivable affair

Which is the universe

So, in this infinite, incomprehensible scheme

If a dot called Maraczek should scream

At a speck called Szepes

What on earth does it matter?

So, call me fool

That's all right with me

Here's my rule

Never disagree

Just maintain a true perspective

And it's easy to avoid a clash of wills

Just maintain a true perspective

And make sure you're well supplied with stomach pills

Let me put it bluntly

I'm a coward with a wife and children to support

Actually, my creed is short and simple