Alabama Song from The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny

Show me the way to the next whisky bar
 Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
 Show me the way to the next whisky bar
 Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
 For if we don't find the next whisky 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 say good-bye
 We've lost our good old mamma
 And must have whisky
 Oh, you know why.
 Show me the way to the next pretty girl
 Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
 Show me the way to the next pretty girl
 Oh don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
 For if we don't find the next pretty 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
 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.
 Show me the way to the next little dollar
 Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
 Show me the way to the next little dollar
 Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
 For if we don't find the next little dollar
 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 good-bye
 We've lost our good old mamma
 And must have dollars
 Oh, you know why.