Just see vat de boys in de backroom vill haff!

There's an ongoing MarleneFest chez Campaspe , heck, even I have joined the party at Charley me darling's place. Among the comments there was a link where our favourite StupendousFrau entertains the audience. At Campaspe's suggestion, I think that it would be good, to cheer our spirits in these somewhat bleak days, to sing along with Miss Dietrich.

Se ha montado chez Campaspe un MarleneFiestuqui , que puñeta, hasta yo me he apuntado a la juerga en Can Carlitus. Entre los comentarios había un enlace en el cual nuestra Frauleinstupenda favorita engresca al respetable. A sugerencia de Campaspe, creo que no estaría mal, para alegrarnos un poco en estos dias de zozobra, de hacerle un coro entusiasta a Miss Dietrich.




See what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I'm having the same.
Go see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And give them the poison they name.

And when I die, don't spend my money
On flowers and my picture in a frame.
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same.

And when I die, don't buy a casket
Of silver with the candles all aflame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same.

And when I die, don't pay the preacher
For speaking of my glory and my fame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same.