Alan Cumming - Don't Tell Mama lyrics

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Alan Cumming - Don't Tell Mama lyrics

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 potat-er Keep this from the mater Though my dance is not against the law You can tell my papa, that's alright 'cuz 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 'cuz he's my agent anyhow But don't tell mama what you know You can tell my grandma, suits 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 'cuz 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 (shh! shh!) If you see my mummy, mum's the word