Pinwheel of Death

Jill Haworth


SONGS

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Standard, Family

Recorded 1966

Lyrics 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 NIGHTCLUB
IN A PAIR
OF LACY PANTS.
SO PLEASE, SIR,
IF YOU RUN INTO MY MAMA,
DON'T REVEAL
MY INDISCRETION,
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 GAVE HER,
SO WON'T YOU KINDLY
DO A 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 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 I'M TOURING
ON MY OWN.
SO PLEASE, SIR,
IF YOU RUN INTO MY MAMA,
DON'T REVEAL
MY INDISCRETION,
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 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
I'LL SQUEAL ON HIM,
BUT DON'T TELL MAMA,
BITTE
DON'T TELL MAMA,
PLEASE SIR,
DON'T TELL MAMA
WHAT YOU KNOW.

SSSH!
SSSH!
IF YOU SEE MY MUMMY,
MUM'S THE WORD!