Cabaret کے بول

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 your 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, So come to the Cabaret! I used to have this 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 neighbours Came to snicker: "Well, that's what comes From too much pills and liquor." But when I saw her laid down 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, ah, 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 a long a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, It's only a Cabaret, old chum And I love a Cabaret.