Lyrics What Good Is Sitting Alone
In You 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.
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.
Come Hear The Music Play.
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 Waht 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.

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 Hear 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,
I Made My Mind Up, Back In Chelsea,
When I Go, I'm Going Like Elsie.

Start By Admitting,
From Cradle To Tomb
Isn't That A Long A Stay.
Life Is A Cabaret, Old Chum,
Only A Cabarert, Old Chum
And I Love A Cabaret.

Here You Here! Good Luck
Maria