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What good is sitting alone in your room?Come hear the music playLife is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret.Put down the knitting, the book, and the broom.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.No use permittingSome prophet of doom to wipe every smile awayLife is a cabaret, old chum,So come to the cabaret!I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie,With whom I shared four sorbid rooms in Chelsea.She wasn't what you'd callA blushing flower.Letras de cancionesAs a matter of factShe rented by the hour.The day she died the neighbors came to snicker"Well, that's what comes fromToo much pills and liquor."But when I saw her laid out like a queen,She was the happiest, corpse,I'd ever seenI think of Elsie to this very dayI remember how she'd turned to me and say,"What good is sitting alone in your room?Come hear the music playLife is a cabaret, old chum,Come to the cabaret.And as for me,As for meI made my mind up, back in Chelsea,When I go, I'm going like ElsieStart by admitting from cradle to tombIsn't that long a stayLife is a cabaret, old chum,It's only a cabaret, old chum,And I love the cabaret. From Letras Mania