What good is sitting, alone in your room?
Come hear the music play!
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Right this way your table's waiting.
What good's permitting some prophet of doom?
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared for sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbors
Well, that is 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 till this very day
I remember how she'd turned to me and say,
What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
It isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
It's only a cabaret, old chum!
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