"Cabaret"

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What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play

Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret

Put down the knittin',

the book and the broom
Time for a holiday

Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine, come hear the band
Come blow your horn

Start celebratin'
Right this way, you're table's waitin'

No use permittin' some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away

Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret

I used to have a girl friend

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 sneaker

Well, that's what comes

of too much pills and licqueur

But when I saw her laid down

like a queen

She was the happiest corpse

I'd ever seen

I think of Elsie

to this very day,

I remember how she

turned to me and said:

What good is sittin'

alone in your 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 goin' like Elsie.

Start by admittin' from cradle to tomb
It is not that long a stay

Life is a caba ret old chum

It's only a caba ret old chum
And I love the cabaret

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