Illustration musicale: Liza MINELLI - come to the 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
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 your horn Start celebrating
Right this way your table's waiting
What goods 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 for 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 snick her
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 to this very day
I remember how she'd turned 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, huh 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
It isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret...
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