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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.As a matter of factShe rented by the hour.SongtexteThe day she died the neighbours 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. Aus Songtexte Mania