Cabaret, Liza Minnelli

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. It s 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. What good s permitting Some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, So Come to the Cabaret I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie, With whom I shared A four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn t what you d call a blushing 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 But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, She was the I d ever seen. br, br,