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 Cabaret, old
chum, Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the
wine, Come hear the band. Come blow your horn, Start celebrating; Right this way, Your table's waiting
No use
permitting soem prophet of doom To wipe every smile
away. Come hear the music
play. 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, thats what
comes from to much pills and
liquor."
But when I saw
her laid out like a Queen She was the
happiest...corpse... I'd ever seen.
I think of
Elsie to this very day. I'd remember how'd she turn to me
and say: "What good is sitting alone in
your room? Come hear the music
play. Life is a Cabaret, old
chum, Come to the Cabaret."
And as for
me, I made up my mind back in
Chelsea, When I go, I'm going like
Elsie.
Start by
admitting From cradle to tomb Isn't that long a
stay. Life is a Cabaret, old
chum, Only a Cabaret, old
chum, And I love a Cabaret!
