ALABAMA SONG
Bertolt Brecht

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 good-bye

We've lost our good old mamma

And must have whisky

Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next pretty girl

Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

Show me the way to the next pretty girl

Oh don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next pretty girl

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 good-bye

We've lost our good old mamma

And must have a girl

Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next little dollar

Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

Show me the way to the next little dollar

Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next little dollar

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 good-bye

We've lost our good old mamma

And must have dollars

Oh, you know why.