Weill: Die Dreigroschenoper - Tango Ballad

There was a time, now very far away
When we set up together, I and she
I got the brain, and she supplied the breast
I saw her right, and she looked after me
A way of life then, if not quite the best
And when a client came, I’d slide out of our bed
And treat him nice, and go and have a drink instead
And when he paid up, I’d address him, «Sir
Come any night you feel you fancy her»
That time’s long past, but what would I not give
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?
That was the time, now very far away
He was so sweet and bashed me where it hurt
And when the cash ran out, the feathers really flew
He’d up and say, «I'm going to pawn your skirt
A skirt is nicer, but no skirt will do.»
Just like his cheek, he had me fairly stewing
I’d ask him straight to say what he thought he was doing
Then he’d lash out and knock me headlong down the stairs
I had the bruises off and on for years
That time’s long past, but what would I not give
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?
That was the time, now very far away
Not that the bloody times seem to have looked up
When afternoons were all I had for you
I told you she was generally booked up
The night’s more normal, yeah, but daytime will do
And when a client came, he’d slide out of our bed
And treat him nice, and go and have a drink instead
And when he paid up I’d address him, «Sir
Come any night you feel you fancy her»
That time’s long past, but what would we not give
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?