Black Market
Composer(s): Frederick Hollander
Performer(s): Marlene Dietrich



Black Market
Sneak around the corner
Budapester Strasse
Black Market
Peek around the corner
“La Police qui passe”

Come! I’ll show you things you cannot get elsewhere
Come! Make with the offers and you’ll get your share

Black Market
Powdered milk for bikes
Souls for Lucky Strikes
Got some broken down ideals? Like wedding rings?

Sh! Tiptoe 
Trade your things

Chorus:
I’ll trade you for your candy
Some georgeous merchandise
My camera. It’s a dandy
Six by nine - just your size
You want my porcellain figure?
A watch? A submarine?
A Rembrandt? Salami? Black lingerie from Wien?
I’ll sell my goods
Behind the screen.
No ceiling, no feeling 
A very smooth routine
You buy my goods, and boy my goods are keen
Black Market
Coocoo clocks and treasures
Thousand little pleasures
Black Market
Laces for the missis, chewing gum for kisses

Come! And see my big binoculars this week
Price? Only six cartons one puff a peek
Black Market
Milk and microscope for liverwurst and soap
Browse around I’ve got so many toys

Don’t be bashful
Step up, boys

Chorus:
You like my first edition?

It’s yours, that’s how I am
A simple definition
You take art, I take spam
To you for your “K” ration: my passion and maybe
An inkling, a twinkling or real sympathy
I’m selling out - take all I’ve got!
Ambitions! Convictions! The works!
Why not? Enjoy my goods, for boy my goods

Are hot!