Oh, show us the way to next whisky-bar!
Oh, don´t ask why, oh, don´t ask why!
For we must find the next whisky-bar
For if we don´t find the next whisky-bar
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We´ve lost our good old mamma
And must have whisky
Oh, you know why.
Oh, show us the way to next pretty boy!
Oh, don´t ask why, oh, don´t ask why!
For we must find the next pretty boy
For if we don´t find the next pretty boy
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We´ve lost our good old mamma
We now must say good-bye
And must have boys
Oh, you know why.
Oh, show us the way to the next little dollar.
Oh, don´t ask why, oh, don´t ask why!
For we must find the next little dollar
For if we don´t find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We´ve lost our good old mamma
And must have dollars
Oh, you know why.
Oh, don´t ask why, oh, don´t ask why!
For we must find the next whisky-bar
For if we don´t find the next whisky-bar
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We´ve lost our good old mamma
And must have whisky
Oh, you know why.
Oh, show us the way to next pretty boy!
Oh, don´t ask why, oh, don´t ask why!
For we must find the next pretty boy
For if we don´t find the next pretty boy
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We´ve lost our good old mamma
We now must say good-bye
And must have boys
Oh, you know why.
Oh, show us the way to the next little dollar.
Oh, don´t ask why, oh, don´t ask why!
For we must find the next little dollar
For if we don´t find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We´ve lost our good old mamma
And must have dollars
Oh, you know why.
(Aufstieg und Fall Der Stadt Mahagony, by K. Weill and B. Brecht)
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