| Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
| The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, 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 lookin' through the window from the garden |
| Waitin' for the call to 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 door wide to the ballroom |
| Callin' 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 mystery |
| Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
| It’s only when you’re outside that you notice |
| Only from the window you can see them |
| Once the door is open, all will vanish |
| Ain’t nobody at Sanssouci tonight |
| Tonight, tonight |