Don't Tell Mama (In the Style of Cabaret) [Karaoke Version]

Don't Tell Mama (In the Style of Cabaret) (Instrumental Only) - ProSource Karaoke (專業卡拉ok)

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

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

A great big favor

And please my sweet patater

Keep this from the Mater

Though my dance

Is not against the law

You can tell my Papa that's all right

'Cause he comes in here every night

But don't tell Mama what you saw

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 inling

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 indiscretion

Just leave well enough alone

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 nickle

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 fine

Just yesterday she join the line

But don't tell mama what you know

You can tell my brother that ain't grim

'Cos squeals on me

I'll squeal on him

But don't tell mama

Don't tell mama please Sir

Don't tell mama what you know

If you see my mummy

Mum is the word