Gilda - Momus

Put the blame on Mame, boys

Put the blame on Mame

Rita Hayworth is Gilda

Gilda is a real swell dame

In a wrap-round robe of liquid gold

One glove on, one off

An angel in blue

From head to toe

Entirely made for love

Put the blame on Mame, boys

Mame or Lili Marlene

Leaning on the Hollywood ponybar

Keeping an eye on the game

Johnny, when your birthday comes

She’ll whisper in your ear

She’ll treat you so sweet

You’ll wish you had birthdays

Every night of the week

You hate this hair

You hate this face

You hate these breasts and this body

But hate is such a very exciting emotion

Don’t you find, Johnny?

Put the blame on Mame, boys

Go ahead, pick on a dame

Her heart belongs to Daddy

Because Daddy’s the man who’s paying

Europe is a very big continent

But she’ll conquer it if anyone can

Inch by inch

Mile by mile

Man by man

You hate this hair

You hate this face

You hate these breasts and this body

But hate is such a very exciting emotion

Don’t you find, Johnny?

You hate this style

You hate this grace

As you sit cross-legged in your study

Hate is a very stimulating thing

In certain hands, buddy

In Rio de Janeiro, so rich and so unreal

She sings at a casino with trick mirrors and rigged wheels

That song from Casablanca, you must remember this

When love is hate and hate is lust

A kiss is never just a kiss, Johnny