Songwriters: Wainwright, Rufus;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 lookin' through the window from the garden  Waitin' for a 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 openin' 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?  And 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 through the window you can see them  Once the door is open, all will vanish  Need nobody at Sanssouci tonight, tonight, tonight      © WB MUSIC CORP.; PUT TIT ON MUSIC;    these lyrics are last corrected by Emily