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 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
Hello darlings!
Mama
Doesn't even have an inkling
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 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
Sits me fine
Just yesterday she joined the line
But don't tell mama what you know
You can tell my brother
That ain't grim
'Cause if he squeals on me
I'll squeal on him
But don't tell mama, bitte
Don't tell mama, please, sir
Don't tell mama what you know
Sssh!
Sssh!
If you see my mummy,
Mums the word!
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