Cabaret Paroles

Come hear the band
Come blow a horn
Start celebrating right this way
Your table's waiting

No use permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret

I remember a girl friend called 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, that's what comes out of pills and liquor
But when I saw her lying like a queen
She was the happiest corspe I'd ever seen
Come hear the music play
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

Start by admitting from craddle to tomb
It is not that long a stay
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret

(Thanks to Ryyo for these lyrics)