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What good is sitting, alone in your room?But come, hear the music play!Life is a cabaret, old chum!Come to the cabaret!Put down your knitting, your book and your broomIt is time for a holidayLife is a cabaret, old chum!Come to the cabaret!Come taste the wineCome hear the band Come blow that hornStart celebratingRight this way your table's waitingWhat good's permitting some 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 ElsieWith whom I shared for sordid rooms in ChelseaShe wasn't what you call a blushing flowerAs a matter of fact she rented by the hoursThe day she died the neighboursCame to snicker herWell, that is what comes from Letras de cancionesToo much pills and liquorBut when I saw her laid down like a queenShe was the happiest corpes I'd ever seenI think of Elsie till this very dayI remember how she'd turned to me and sayWhat good is sitting all alone in your room?Come hear the music playLife is a cabaret, old chum!Come to the cabaret!And as for me And as for meI made my mind up back in ChelseaWhen I go I am going like ElsieStart by admittingFrom cradle to doomIt isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum!It's only a cabaret, old chum!And I love a cabaret! From Letras Mania