Liza Minnelli — Cabaret live

What good is sitting alone in your room? Oh, come hear the music play Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum So come to the Cabaret Put down the knitting, the book and the broom It's time for a holiday I tell you life is a cabaret, old chum So come to the Cabaret Come taste the wine And listen to that band Come blow your horn, start celebrating Right this way, your table's waiting What good's permitting some prophet of gloom To wipe every smile away I tell you life is a cabaret, old chum So come to the Cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea, she's a scream Come to think of it 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 turn to me and say "What good is sitting all by yourself in a room?" Oh, you speak English "Come hear the music play Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the Cabaret!" And as for me, ha! And 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 It isn't that long a stay Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum It's only, what, a cabaret, old chum And I love a cabaret!