paroles de chanson Cabaret - The Hit Crew

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play

Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret

Put down your knitting, the book and the broom
It's 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

What good's omitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?

Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret

I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I'd share 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 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 your room?
Come hear the music play

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 goin' like Elsie
Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
It isn't that long a stay

Life is a cabaret, old chum

It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret