Oh, show us the way to the next whisky-bar

 ALABAMA SONG (Bertolt Brecht)

1
Oh, show us the way to the next whisky-bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For we must find the next whisky-bar
For if we don't find the next whisky-bar
I tell you we must die ! 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.

2
Oh, show us the way to the next pretty girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For we must find the next pretty girl
For il we don't find the next pretty girl
I tell you we must die ! 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.

3
Oh, show us the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For we must find the next little dollar
For il we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die ! 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.