CABARET

(And now -once again- Fraulein Sally Bowles!) 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 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 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 snicker “Well, that's what comes of 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 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 a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret And as for me, 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 long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum Only a cabaret, old chum and I love a cabaret!