Cabaret Songtext
von Alan Cumming
Cabaret Songtext
And now, meine Damen und Herren mesdames et messieurs
Ladies and gentlemen
The Kit Kat Club is so happy
To welcome back an old friend
I give you the toast of Mayfair
Fräulein Sally Bowles
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 wine
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 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 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
And as for me, 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
Isn't that long a stay?
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret!
Ladies and gentlemen
The Kit Kat Club is so happy
To welcome back an old friend
I give you the toast of Mayfair
Fräulein Sally Bowles
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 wine
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 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 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
And as for me, 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
Isn't that long a stay?
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret!
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