Cabaret Songtext / Lyric

Lyrics 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.



Here you here! good luck

Maria