Cabaret Lyrics

	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.
	Time for a holiday.
	Life is Cabaret, old chum,
	Come to the Cabaret.

	Come taste the wine,
	Come hear the band.
	Come blow your horn,
	Start celebrating;
	Right this way,
	Your table's waiting

	No use permitting
	soem prophet of doom
	To wipe every smile away.
	Come hear the music play.
	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, thats what comes
	from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
	"What good is sitting 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 up my mind back in Chelsea,
	When I go, I'm going like Elsie.

	Start by admitting
	From cradle to tomb
	Isn't that long a stay.
	Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
	Only a Cabaret, old chum,
	And I love a Cabaret!

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