Madeline Kahn — Das Chicago Song

There is a strange foreign city six thousand miles from Berlin Near to the mountains where the Mississippi flows A magic town where the drugstores never close I know too well it’s mystic spell I met my love in that city God, how I took it on the chin He took my love and then he sailed away Somewhere east of Stuttgart on the road to Mandalay Now in a third-rate café in Weltschmerzstraße 93 There’s a berlin girl awaitin’ For her lover from that city ‘cross thе sea Me I can’t forget, I rеmember it yet That faraway city where we met You walked up to me and you tipped your hat And you kicked my dog and that was that Let’s go away, you said Today, you said I’m a CPA, you said Max, you dirty rat Ptui! In old Chicago, by the sea, we tangoed the night away In a whiskey bar, don’t ask why Gangsters crooned to a Spanish guitar And the moan of the saxophone and the wail of the castanet In old Chicago, remember it, Max Then you smiled and said that you meant no harm Then you took my hand and you broke my arm And before I could stop your nasty lying You pulled a knife and said be mine You were divine, Max You were like wine, Max Who could decline, Max? You filthy swine, Max Ptui! In old Chicago, by the sea, we sambaed the night away In the jungle rain, don’t ask Darkies sang in the cotton and cane And the thump of the traffic and the roar of the woodman’s axe In old Chicago, remember it, Max Then you broke my jaw with a single punch And you took my seat and you ate my lunch And you sailed away where the trade winds blow Without a goodbye, without a hello Where did you go, Max? With all that dough, Max? I loved you so, Max You fat bum, Max Ptui! In old Chicago, by the sea, under the palms We hulaed the night away We watched the dawn, don’t Alone, Max You left me alone to the cry of the gull With a handful of dreams and a fractured skull Aaahhh… Max, come back You forgot your whip Ptui!