Cabaret

What good is sitting, alone in your room? But come, hear the music play! Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the cabaret! Put down your knitting, your book and your broom It is 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 What good´s 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 for sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn't what you call a blushing flower As a matter of fact she rented by the hours The day she died the neighbors Came to snicker her Well, that is what comes from Too much pills and liquor But when I saw her laid down like a queen She was the happiest corpse I´d ever seen I think of Elsie till this very day I remember how she´d turned 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 And as for me I made my mind up back in Chelsea When I go I am going like Elsie Star by admitting From cradle to doom 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!