Cabaret.
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What good is sitting alone in your room?
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Come hear the music play
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Life is a cabaret, old chum
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Come to the cabaret
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Put down the knitting, the book, and the broom
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It's time for a holiday
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Life is a cabaret, old chum
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Come to the cabaret
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Come taste the wine, come hear the band
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Come blow that horn, start celebrating
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Right this way
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Your table's waiting
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No use permitting some prophet of doom
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To wipe every smile away
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Life is a cabaret, old chum
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Come to the cabaret
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I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie
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With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
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She wasn't what you call a blushing flower
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As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
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The day she dies the neighbors came to snicker
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Well that's what comes of too much pills and liquor
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But when I saw her laid up like a queen
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She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen
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And as for me
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As for me
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I made my mind up back in Chelsea
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When I go I'm going like Elsie
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Stop by admitting from cradle to tomb
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It's such a long, long smile
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Life is a cabaret, old chum
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Come to the cabaret
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What good is sitting alone in your room?
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Come hear the music play
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Life is a cabaret, old chum
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Come to the cabaret
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Life is a cabaret, old chum
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Come to the caba, come in the caba, I love a cabaret!!!
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Stepping Out
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Me First and the Gimme Gimmes |