Oley Speaks' popular setting of "Mandalay" and Kurt Weill's "Und was bekam des Soldaten Weib" are melodically similar enough that I can sing them interleavingly, but not such that I think, even taking into account Brecht's well-tracked admiration for Kipling, it means anything.
This has been your useless realization for the night.
This has been your useless realization for the night.