Текст песни Cabaret - Bing Crosby

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life 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 permitting
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 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 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 turned 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, 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

Isn't that long a stay?
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love the cabaret