| lyric | 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 horn, start celebrating,
right this way, your table’s waiting.
No use permitting sime prophet of doom
to wipe every smile away:
life is a cabaret, old chum,
come to the cabaret.
Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
isn’t that ong a stay.
life is a cabaret, old chum,
come to the cabaret. |