Don't Tell Mama

And now, Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen
The Kit Kat Klub is proud to present a most talented young lady from England
Now, she is so talented, so charming, that only yesterday I said to her "I want you for my wife"
And she said, "Your wife? What would she want with me?"
Thank you, thank you
I give you, and don't you forget to bring her back once you have finished with her
The toast of Mayfair, Fraulien Sally Bowles

Mama
Thinks I'm living in a convent
A secluded little convent
In the southern part of France

Mama
Doesn't even have an inkling
That I'm working in a nightclub
In a pair of lacy pants
Take your hands out of your pockets, sir, where I can see them

So please, sir
If you run into my mama
Don't reveal my indiscretion
Give a working girl a chance

Hush up, don't tell mama
Shush up, don't tell mama
Don't tell mama, whatever you do
If you had a secret
You bet I would keep it
I would never tell on you

I'm breaking every promise that I gave her
So won't you kindly do a girl a great big favor?

And please, my sweet patater
Keep this from the mater
Though my dance is not against the law

You can tell my papa, that's all right
'Cause he comes in here every night
But don't tell mama what you saw

Mama
Thinks I'm on a tour of Europe
With a couple of my school chums
And a lady chaperone

Mama
Doesn't even have an inkling
That I left them all in Antwerp
And I'm touring on my own

So please, sir
If you run into my mama
Don't reveal my indiscretion
Just leave well enough alone

Hello!
Hush up, don't tell mama
Shush up, don't tell mama
Don't tell mama, whatever you do
If you had a secret
You bet I would keep it
I would never tell on you

You wouldn't want to get me in a pickle
And have her go and cut me off without a nickel

So, let's trust one another
Keep this from my mother
Though I'm still as pure as mountain snow

You can tell my uncle here and now
'Cause he's my agent anyhow
But don't tell mama what you know

You can tell my grandma, suits me fine
Just yesterday, she joined the line
But don't tell mama what you know

You can tell my brother, that ain't grim
'Cause if he squeals on me, I'll squeal on him
But don't tell mama, bitte
Don't tell mama, please, sir
Don't tell mama what you know

Sssh!
Sssh!
If you see my mummy, mum's the word!



Credits
Writer(s): John Kander, Fred Ebb
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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