No. 16 - Trio - Mitzi, Max, and Otto Lyrics by Adrian Ross

[Mitzi:] When you go over to London,
As lots of Germans do,
[Otto:] It's easy to know the way you must go,
Your German will pull you through!
[Max:] For if you want them to tell you
The way to Leicester Square,
[Mitzi:] You take off your hat, remarking like that:
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch, mein Herr?"
[Otto (spoken):] Sagen sie mir--
[Max (spoken):] 'E don't live 'ere no more.
E's got six months.
[Mitzi (spoken):] Aber bitte-- bitte--
[Max (spoken):] Well, I don't mind if I do.
Two of bitter, you said, Miss?
[All:] Sprechen Sie Deutsch, mein Herr?
Passes you anywhere.
London people say, "Right, old pal!
Veev l'ongtonkety cordiale!"
If you've taken a hansom,
And the man wants double fare,
Don't make a row-- say with a bow,
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch, mein Herr?"

[Mitzi:] Perhaps you travel to Margate,
And in the afternoons,
[Otto:] You walk on the sands, and listen to bands
Performing the English tunes!
[Max:] And when the bandsmen have played you
Some patriotic air,
[Mitzi:] You hear from the chap who takes round his cap,
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch, mein Herr?"
[Mitzi (spoken):] Das ist a pretty song tune.
Vat calls himself it in English?
[Max & Otto (spoken):] Ve know him not--
Ve blay him only!
[All:] "Sprechen Sie Deutsch, mein Herr?"
Germany's ev'rywhere,
You will find on the English pier
German waiters and German beer!
Buy a present from Margate,
Say a mug of chinaware,
When you unpack, you see on the back,
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch, mein Herr?"