(Kurt Weill)

Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next whiskey 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 goodbye
We've lost our dear old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Oh, show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next little 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