Cabaret - Live At The Olympia In Paris/1972

"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 a horn,
 Start celebrating;
 Right this way,
 Your table's waiting.
 What good's permitting
 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 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 alone in you room?
 Come hear the music play.
 Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
 Come to the Cabaret."
 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.
 Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
 Only a Cabaret, old chum
 And I love a Cabaret.