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 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