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 that horn, start celebrating Right this way Your table's waiting
No use 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 for sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn't what you call a blushing flower As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she dies the neighbors came to snick her Well that's what comes of too much pills and liquor But when I saw her laid up like a quee She was the happiest corpes I'd ever seen
And as for me As for me I made my mind up back in Chelsea When I go I'm going like Elsie
Stop by admitting from cradle to doom It's such a long, long smile Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret
What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret
Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the caba, come in the caba, I love a cabaret!!!
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