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,
So Come to the Cabaret!
I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie,
With whom I shared A 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 a long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum
And I love a 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, So Come to the Cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie, With whom I shared A 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 a long a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, It's only a Cabaret, old chum And I love a Cabaret Explain Request ×
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