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. 

Chorale               Oh, moon of Alabama           
                      We now must say goodbye.
                      We've lost our good old mama
                      And must have whisky, oh you know why.    

Chorale               Oh, moon of Alabama           
                      We now must say goodbye.
                      We've lost our good old mama
                      And must have whisky, oh you know why.

Show me the way to the next little girl.
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why.
Show me the way to the next little girl.
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why.
For if we don't find the next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die.

Chorale               Oh, moon of Alabama           
                      We now must say goodbye.
                      We've lost our good old mama
                      And must have whisky, oh you know why.