Cabaret(Live au Palais des Congrès, Paris / 1991)

歌詞

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 So 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, 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 It's only a cabaret, old chum And I love a cabaret!