I miss the Weimar
Those glory days so long forgotten
I miss the Weimar yes, I miss it something rotten
To be a cabaret artiste today is overrated
Ich will in einem Berliner kabarett singen
Okay I'll translate it
I want to sing in a Berlin Cabaret it's true
I want to sing in a Berlin Cabaret don't you?
I want to sing like I am stricken with grief
Or at the very least fed up to the teeth
I want to sing until they call the polithe
To take me away
I want to sing in a Berlin Cabaret with angst
When offered daylight and fresh air I will say no thankgst
I'll drink absinthe and smoke a lot of hashish
I may well walk a short bald man on a leash
And rather die than be observed eating quiche
In a Berlin Cabaret
I want to be the kind of creatzsche
Who would quote the works of Nietzsche or of Goethe
And wear a plume and sing a song about a broom
And then consume a huge frankfurter
I want to sing in a Berlin cabaret you bet
I want to suckle at the dirty underbelly of the pale and smelly underworld set
I want to look like I am always annoyed
And life's a hopeless existentialist void
Or like I've got a very bad haemorrhoid
In a Berlin cabaret
You'll be a hit in any venya
When you sound like Lotte Lenya
How they'll panda
And they will say that you're a keeper
If your pipes peep deeper than Zarah Leander
I want to sing in a Berlin Cabaret and how
I want to sing in a Berlin cabaret right now
I want a beauty spot and interesting moles
I want an outfit made entirely from voles
I'd want to hear that I out bowled Sally Bowles
In a Berlin Cabaret
In a Berlin Cabaret
In a Berlin Cabaret