Moon Of Minnesota

Oh, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Minnesota
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mamma
And must have whisky
Oh, you know why

Oh, show us the way
To the next little dollar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

Show us the way
To the next little dollar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find
The next little dollar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Minnesota
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mamma
And must have dollars
Oh, you know why

Bertolt Brecht (1927)

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Thought of the day:

Add an “R” to the word “MOON” and it becomes “MORON”.

As in “MORON OF MINNESOTA”.