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.
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.
No use permitting
Some 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 waht 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, 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 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.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret. "
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
Isn't that a long a stay.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Only a cabarert, old chum
And I love a 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. 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. No use permitting Some 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 waht 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, 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 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. Time for a holiday. Life is a cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret. " 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 Isn't that a long a stay. Life is a cabaret, old chum, Only a cabarert, old chum And I love a cabaret. Explain Request ×
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