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CabaretWhat 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 good admitting 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 roommate Known as Kelsey With whom I shared Four sordid rooms in Chelsea. He wasn't what you'd call A blushing flower As a matter of fact He rented by the hour. The day he died the neighbors Came to snicker: "Well, that's what comes From too much pills and liquor." But when I saw him laid out like a queen He was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen. I think of Kelsey to this very day. I'd remember how'd he turn to me and say: "What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play. Life is a cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret." And as for me, as for me I made my mind up back in Chelsea, When I go, I ain't going like Kelsey. Start by admitting From cradle to tomb It isn't that long a stay. Life is a cabaret, old chum, Only a cabaret, old chum, And I love a cabaret! |