A Memory of a Happy Moment

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
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 a tweeting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

I used to have a 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's rented by the hour
The day she died, the neighbors came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquors"
But when I saw her lay down like a queen
She was the happiest corpse I've ever seen
I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she turned to me and say

What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come let the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

And as for me, alas for me
I've made my mind up back in Chelsea
Where I go, I'm going like Elsie

Stop by admitting from grave old doom
It isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love the cabaret