Cabaret

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come here the music play
Life is the cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
Time for a holiday
Life is the cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret
Come test that wine
Come hear the band
Come blow the horn, start celebrating
Right this way your table's waiting

No use permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is the cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

I used to have this girlfriend know as Elsie
with whom I shared fore sordid room in Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
as a matter of fact that she rented by the hour

The day she die the neighbours came to snicker
Well that's what come to much of pills and liquor
But when I saw her laid out like a queen
She was the happiest corpe I'd ever seen
I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she turn to me and say...

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come to the music play
Life is the cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret

And as for me.ha
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 the cabaret, old chum
It's only the cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret