Cabaret

What good is sitting alone

In you 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 tables waiting

No use permitting

Some 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 wasnt waht 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

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 alone

In you 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

And 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

Isnt that a long a stay

Life is a cabaret old chum

Only a cabarert old chum

And I love a cabaret

Here you here good luck

Maria