 |
|
WHAT GOOD IS SITTING
ALONE IN YOUR ROOM
COME HERE, THE MUSIC PLAY
LIFE IS A CABARET, OLD CHAMP
COME TO THE CABARET
PUT DOWN THE KNITING
THE BOOK AND THE BROOM
IT'S TIME FOR A HOLIDAY
LIFE IS A CABARET, OLD CHAMP
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 MEETING
SOME PROPPER OF DOOM
SO WIPE EVERY SMILE AWAY
LIFE IS A CABARET, OLD CHAMP
SO COME TO THE CABARET
I USE TO HAVE THIS GIRLFRIEND
KNOWN AS ELSY
WITH WHOM I SHARED
FOR SORTED 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 SNICK HER
WELL, THAT'S WHAT COMES
FROM TOO MUCH PILLS AND LIQUORS
BUT WHEN I SAW HER
LAYED OUT LIKE A QUEEN
SHE WAS THE HAPPIEST CORPS
I'VE EVER SEEN
I THINK OF ELSY
TO THIS VERY DAY
I REMEMBER HOW SHE TURNED TO ME AND SAID
WHAT GOOD IS SITTING
ALL ALONE IN YOUR ROOM
COME HERE THE MUSIC PLAY
LIFE IS A CABARET, OLD CHAMP
COME TO THE CABARET
AND AS FOR ME
AND AS FOR ME
I MADE MY MIND UP
BACK IN CHELSEA
WHERE I GO
I'M GOING LIKE ELSY
START BY ADMITING
COME CRADDLE THAT TUMB
IT ISN'T THAT A LONG STAY
LIFE IS A CABARET, OLD CHAMP
IS ONLY A CABARET OLD CHAMP
AND I LOVE A CABARET
|
|
