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Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar,Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!For we must find the next whiskey barFor if we don't find the whiskey barI tell you we must dieI tell you we must dieI tell youI tell youI tell you we must die!Oh, moon of Alabama,We now must say good-bye.We've lost our good old mammaAnd must have whiskey, oh you know why!Oh, moon of Alabama,We now must say good-bye.We've lost our good old mammaAnd must have whiskey, oh you know why!Oh, show me the way to the next pretty boy,Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!For we must find the next pretty boy,For if we don't find the next pretty boyI tell you we must dieSongtexteI tell you we must dieI tell youI tell youI tell you we must die!Oh, moon of AlabamaWe now must say good-bye.We've lost our good old mammaAnd must have boys, oh you know why!Oh, moon of AlabamaWe now must say good-bye.We've lost our good old mammaAnd must have boys, oh you know why!Oh, show me the way to the next little dollar,Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!For we must find the next little dollar,For if we don't find the next little dollarI tell you we must dieI tell you we must dieI tell youI tell youI tell you we must die!Oh, moon of AlabamaWe now must say good-bye.We've lost our good old mammaAnd must have dollars, oh you know why!Oh, moon of AlabamaWe now must say good-bye.We've lost our good old mammaAnd must have dollars, oh you know why! Aus Songtexte Mania