Alabama-Song (Original: Kurt Weill & Bertolt Brecht)

Lyrics

Well, show me the way
to the next whisky bar.
Oh, don't ask why!
Oh, don't ask why!

Show me the way
to the next whisky bar.
Oh, don't ask why!
Oh, don't ask why!

For if we don't find
the next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
to the next pretty boy
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show us the way
to the next pretty boy
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
the next pretty boy
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why