Cabaret

(Kander-Ebb)


What good is sitting alone in your room?
Oh, come hear the music play
Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret

Put down the knitting
The book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
I tell you, life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine
And listen to that band
Come blow your horn, start celebratin'
Right this way, your table's waiting

No use permitting some prophet of gloom
To wipe every smile away
I tell you, life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret

I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea (she was a scream!)
...Come to think of it, 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 corpe 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 by yourself in a room? (Oh, you speak English!)
Come hear the music play
Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

And as for, ha!
And as for me
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I go, I'm goin' like Elsie!

Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
It isn't that long a stay
Oh life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only, what? A cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret!


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