Don't Tell Mama

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 nightcub
In a pair of lacy pants.

So please, sir
If you run into my mama
Don't reveal my indescretion.
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 made her.
So won't you do a working 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.

Mama
Doesn't even have an inkling
That I left them all in Antwerp
And am touring on my own.

So please, sir
If you run into my mama
Don't reveal my indescretion.
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 nickle.

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
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.
Cause if he squeals on me
Then I'll squeal on him.

But don't tell mama, britter
Don't tell mama, please sir
Don't tell mama what you know.

If you see my mummy
Mum's the word.

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