What good is sittin' alone in your room Come hear the music play, Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret. Put down that knittin', 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 that band Come blow your horn, start celebratin' Right this way, your table's waitin' No use permittin' a prophet of doom To wipe every smile away, (yes?) Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret!
I used to have a girl friend 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 neighbor`s came to sneaker: "Well, that's what comes of too much pills and licqueur". 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 turned to me and said: "What good is sittin' alone in your room? Come hear the music play, Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret Put down that knittin', the book and the broom Time for a holiday, Life is a cabaret, old chum So come to the cabaret. And as for me, As for me, I made my MIND up, back in Chelsea When I go, I'm going like Elsie, Start by admitting (go - FROM) cradle to tumb Isn't that a longer stay Life is a cabaret old chum It's only a cabaret old chum And I love a cabaret!
What good is sittin' alone in your room
ResponderEliminarCome hear the music play,
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Put down that knittin', 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 that band
Come blow your horn, start celebratin'
Right this way, your table's waitin'
No use permittin' a prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away, (yes?)
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret!
I used to have a girl friend 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 neighbor`s came to sneaker:
"Well, that's what comes of too much pills and licqueur".
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 turned to me and said:
"What good is sittin' alone in your room?
Come hear the music play,
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret
Put down that knittin', the book and the broom
Time for a holiday,
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret.
And as for me,
As for me,
I made my MIND up, back in Chelsea
When I go, I'm going like Elsie,
Start by admitting (go - FROM) cradle to tumb
Isn't that a longer stay
Life is a cabaret old chum
It's only a cabaret old chum
And I love a cabaret!