Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
The boys that made me lose the blues and then my eyesight
All together, playing games of cards
Gambling the tiny shards of brass once my heart
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
I'm looking through the window from the garden
Waiting for the call in my hotel room
I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
Surely not the one that loves me truly only
He's probably down at the stables there
Gently polishing my cabriolet
Only I don't care I really want to go.
So I'm opening the doorway to the ballroom.
Calling up some dude from my hotel room.
I'm tired of writing elegies in general.
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight.
Tonight…
Tonight…
The candles seem to all have been blown out
Cupid's wings have cobweb rings and no one's about
Could it be I came to the wrong place
But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet master race
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
It's only when you're outside that you notice
Only through the window you can see them
Once the door is open all will vanish
Ain't nobody at Sanssouci tonight
Tonight…
Tonight…