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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 Letras de cancionesWith 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, that's 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! From Letras Mania