Count Danilo:
My very heavy fatherland
Whenever will you understand?
I’ll sweat for you with all my might
But rather more by day than night
I’m sitting at my desk by one
Among the urgent files galore
A little furtive drinking done
I’m back at home for drinks at four
At private interviews I’m posed
The weary statesman in his chair
But keep my mouth severely closed
With diplomatic savoir-faire
I play my part without a doubt
Though the results are somewhat thin
I use my in-tray as an out
And vice versa, out and in
The strain of it is great indeed
Until the day I see the light
No wonder that I sorely need
A little change of scene at night
I’m off to Chez Maxime
To join the whirling stream
For one brief hour entrancing
The moments fly romancing
Lolo, Dodo, Jou-jou
Clo-clo, Margot, Frou-frou
But when it comes to dancing
Goodbye my fatherland
At Maxime’s once again
I swim in pink champagne
When people asks what bliss is
I simply answer, “This is!”
Lolo, Dodo, Jou-jou
Clo-clo, Margot, Frou-frou
But when it comes to kisses
Goodbye my fatherland
