Kelli Barrett - 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
It's 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 table's waiting
What good's permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
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 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 I'd ever seen
I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she'd turn to me and say
What good is sitting all alone in you 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
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
It's only a cabaret old chum
And I love a cabaret