Cabaret Live

One, two, a one, three, Four. 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, so come to The cabaret. Come taste the wine. Come hear the band. Come blow a horn, start celebrating. Right this way, a 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 sneak Her. 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 turned to me and Said, "What good is sitting All alone in your 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, Stirred by admittance from Cradle to tomb. It is not a long stay. Life is a cabaret, old chum, Only a cabaret, old chum, and I love A good beret. Larissa Dolina. Igor Butman. Igor Butman.