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
Its time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow that horn
Start celebrating right this way
Your tables waiting
What could permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret
I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasnt what youd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors came to snicker
Well, thats what comes from too much pills and liquor
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen
She was the happiest corpse, Id ever seen
I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how shed turn to me and say
What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
And as for me
And as for me
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea
When I go, Im going like Elsie
Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
Isnt that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Its only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret
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