Carabet (Cabaret)

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 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 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!