Cabaret

What good is sitting, alone In you 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 admitting 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, 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 neighbours 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.