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
ItÕs 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 What goodÕs
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 wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower
As a matter of fact
she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbours
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 remember how'd sheÕd 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, hah, 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,
it isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
ItÕs only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret