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What good is sitting alone in you room? Come here the music play Life 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 a horn, start celebrating Right this way, Your table's waiting No use permitting some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend 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 neighbors came to snicker "Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor." But when I saw her laid out like a queen She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen! Letras de canciones I think of Elsie to this very day I remember how she'd turn to me and say "What good is sitting alone in you room? Come here the music play Life 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!" And as for me As for me I made my mind up, back in Chelsea When I go, I'm goin 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