What good is sitting alone in your room? Come here the music play Life is the cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom Time for a holiday Life is the cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret Come test that wine Come hear the band Come blow the horn, start celebrating Right this way your table's waiting
No use permitting some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away. Life is the cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret
I used to have this girlfriend know as Elsie with whom I shared fore sordid room in Chelsea She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower as a matter of fact that she rented by the hour
The day she die the neighbours came to snicker Well that's what come to much of pills and liquor But when I saw her laid out like a queen She was the happiest corpe I'd ever seen I think of Elsie to this very day I remember how she turn to me and say...
What good is sitting alone in your room? Come to the music play Life is the 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 Life is the cabaret, old chum It's only the cabaret, old chum And I love a cabaretTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
