Cabaret - Cabaret

Cabaret - Cabaret - The London Theater Orchestra

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

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

And ask fot 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