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 So come to the cabaret Come taste the wine Come hear the band Come blow that horn Start celebrating right this way Your table's waiting What could 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 this 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, 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 all alone in your room? Come hear the music play Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret And as for me 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 long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum And I love a cabaret © TRIO MUSIC CO INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com