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 is time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
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 good´s commiting 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 call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hours
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker her
Well, that is what comes from 
too much pills and liquor
But when I saw her laid down like  a queen
She was the happiest corpes 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?
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 am going like Elsie
Stop by admitting 
From cradle to doom
It isn´t that born to stay 
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
It´s only a cabaret, old chum!
And I love a cabaret!

(Liza Milelli)