Текст песни Louis Armstrong - Cabaret

What good is sitting alone In you 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. Come hear the music play. 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 you 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, 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 a long stay Life is a cabaret, old chum, Only a cabarert, old chum And I love cabaret.
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