Liza Minnelli

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.
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 admitting
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...