Life is a bed of flowers.
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.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum, come to the Cabaret.














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