Music: Kurt Weill
Bill's beer hall in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Was the most fantastic place I'd ever known;
For just a dollar you'd get all you wanted,
All you wanted, all you wanted,
Of whatever kind of joy you called your own,
But if you had been around to join the fun,
Well, I don't know, you might not like what you'd've seen;
The stools at the bar were damp with rye,
On the dance floor the grass grew high,
Through the roof the moon was shining green
And the music really gave you some return on what you paid.
Hey Joe, play that old song they always played.
That old Bilbao Moon, that old Bilbao Moon
down where we used to go
I can't remember the words!
Da da da da da da
It's too long ago
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief, but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Bill's beer hall in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Now they've cleaned it up and made it middle class
With potted palms and ice cream;
Very bourgeois, very bourgeois,
Just another place to put your ass,
But if you should come around to see the fun,
Well, I don't know, you might not find it such a strain,
Ha, they've mopped up all the booze and broken glass,
On parquet floors you can't grow grass,
They've shut the green moon out because of rain
And the music makes you cringe now when you think of what you paid.
Hey Joe, play that old song they always played –
That old Bilbao
Down where we used to go
Casting its golden glow,
That old Bilbao moon,
Love never laid me low.
That old Bilbao,
Why does it haunt me so?
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief, but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.