Cabaret (Live)

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Oh, come hear the music play
Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the Cabaret

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
I tell you life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the Cabaret

Come taste the wine
And listen to that band
Come blow your horn, start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting

What good's permitting some prophet of gloom
To wipe every smile away
I tell you life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea, she's a scream
Come to think of it
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 all by yourself in a room?"
Oh, you speak English
"Come hear the music play
Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the Cabaret!"

And as for me, ha!
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
It isn't that long a stay
Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only, what, a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret!