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 omitting

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 your room?

Come hear the music play.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

Come to the Cabaret."



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.