Cabaret Lyrics

what good is sitting alone in your room?
come hear the music play.
life is a cabaret, old chump,
come to the cabaret.

put down the knitting,
the book and the broom.
it's time for a holiday.
life is cabaret, old chump,
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

no use permitting
some prophet of doom
to wipe every smile away.
come hear the music play.
life is a cabaret, old chump,
come to the cabaret!

i used to have a 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, thats what comes
from to much pills and liquor.”

but when i saw her laid out like a queen
he was the happiest corpse.
i'd ever seen.

i think of elsie to this very day.
i'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
“what good is sitting alone in your room?
come hear the music play.
life is a cabaret, old chump,
come to the cabaret.”

and as for me,
i made up my mind 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,
only a cabaret, old chum,
and i love a cabaret!

Dee Snider – Cabaret

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