Из альбома: Cabaret
What good is sitting alone in your room
Come hear the music play
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 remember a girl friend called 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 neighbours came to snicker
Well, that's what comes out of pills and liquor
But when I saw her lying like a queen
She was the happiest corspe I'd ever seen
I'll remember Elsie to this very day
I'll remember how she came to me and say
What good is sitting alone in your room
Come hear the music play
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
Start by admitting from craddle to tomb
It is not that long a stay
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret