·life is a cabaret·
setiembre 08
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 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 Come hear the music play 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 rented by the hour The day she died the neighbours came to snicker: 'Well, thats what comes from to 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'd remember how'd she 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, I made up my mind 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, Only a Cabaret, old chum, And I love a Cabaret!
