| Cabaret |
| What good is sitting alone In your room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. Time for a holiday. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Come taste the wine, Come hear the band. Come blow a horn, Start celebrating; Right this way, Your table's waiting. No use permitting Some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie, With whom I shared Four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn't what you'd call A blushing flower... As a matter of fact She rented by the hour. The day she died the neighbors Came to snicker: "Well, that's what comes With too much pills and liquor." But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen. And as for me, As for me, I made my mind up back in Chelsea; When I go, I'm going like Elsie. Start by admitting, From cradle to tomb Ain't such a long, long stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret What good is sitting alone In your room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. I love the Cabaret. |