Don't Tell Mama
And now
Meine damen und herrens
Mesdames et monsieurs
Ladies and gentlemen
The Kit Kat Club 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
Fräulein 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 hand out of your pocket
Sir, where I can see them
So, please, sir
If you run into my mama
Don't reveal my indiscretions
Give a working girl a chance
Ah, ah, ah!
Hush up! Don't tell mama
Shash 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 potato
Keep this from the mater
No, my dance is not against the law
You can tell my papa
That's alright
Because he comes in here every night
But don't tell mama what you saw! Woo
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 indiscretions
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 trust one another
Keep this from my mother
Though I'm still 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
And 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
Because 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
If you see my mummy
Mum's the word!
Meine damen und herrens
Mesdames et monsieurs
Ladies and gentlemen
The Kit Kat Club 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
Fräulein 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 hand out of your pocket
Sir, where I can see them
So, please, sir
If you run into my mama
Don't reveal my indiscretions
Give a working girl a chance
Ah, ah, ah!
Hush up! Don't tell mama
Shash 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 potato
Keep this from the mater
No, my dance is not against the law
You can tell my papa
That's alright
Because he comes in here every night
But don't tell mama what you saw! Woo
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 indiscretions
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 trust one another
Keep this from my mother
Though I'm still 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
And 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
Because 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
If you see my mummy
Mum's the word!
Credits
Writer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander
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