Don't Tell Mama
selected from "Cabaret"
Composer: John Kander
Lyricist: Fred Ebb
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 part of lacy pants
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 great big favor
And please, my sweet patater
Keep this from the mater
Though I'm still as pure as mountain snow
You can my Papa, that's all right
'Cause he comes in here every night
But don't tell Mama what you saw!
Mama thinks I am on a tour of Europe
With a couple of my school chums
And a lady chaperon
Mama donesnt even have an inkling
That I left them in Antwerp
And I'm touring on my own.
So please, sir, in you run into my mama,
Don't receal my indiscretion
Just leave well enough alone
Hush up, don't tell Mama
Shuts 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
Anhave her go and cut me up 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 and fine
Just yesterday she joined the line
But don't tell Mama what you know
You can tell my brother; that ain't ginm
'Cause if he squeals on me, I'll squeals on him
But don't tell Mama, bitte
Don't tell Mama please sir
Don't tell Mama what you know
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