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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. 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 waht 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 a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Only a Cabarert, old chum And I love a Cabaret. |
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| 3:18 |
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Some people can get a thrill, knitting sweaters and sitting still
That's okay for some people don't know they're alive Some people can thrive and bloom, living life in a living room That's perfect for some people of one hundred and five But I... at least gotta try When I think of all the sights that I gotta see And all the places I gotta play, All the things that I gotta be at Come on papa, what'd'ya say? Some people can be content, playin' bingo and payin' rent That's livin' for some people, for some hum-drum people - to-oo be But some people - ain't me I had a dream, a wonderful dream, papa All about June in the Orpheum circuit Give me a chance, I know I can work it, Uhh, what a dream And it was just as real as could be, papa Well just listen to me, there I was in Mr Orpheum's office And he was sayin' to me - Rose! Get yourself some new orchestrations, new routines and red velvet curtains Get a feathered hat for the baby, photographed in front of the theatre Get an agent and in jig time, you'll be bein' booked in the big time Oh what a dream, a wonderful dream, papa And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, Papa, that's it That's what he said papa, only eighty-eight bucks, papa It's uh, yeah, but it's only eighty-eight bucks It's not like I'm askin' for a second mortgage on this place What d'ya gettin so crick, why you gettin' crazy, it's eighty-eight lousy bucks What do you mean I ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents outta you Well, I'll get it, and I'll get my kids - OUT - NOW Goodbye, to blueberry pies, good ridance to all the socials I had to go to All the lodges that I had to play, all the shriners I said hell |
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| 2:11 |
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There is a time for love and laughter
The days will pass like summer storms The winter wind will follow after But there is love and love is warm There is a time for us to wander When time is young and so are we The woods are greener over yonder The path is new the world is free There is a time when leaves are fallin' The woods are gray the paths are old The snow will come when geese are callin' You need a fire against the cold So do your roaming in the springtime And you'll find your love in the summer sun The frost will come and bring the harvest And you can sleep when day is done |
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| 1:52 |
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Me and my baby, my baby and me
We're 'bout as happy as babies can be What if I find that I'm caught in a storm? I don't care my baby's there And baby's bound to keep me warm We're sticking together and ain't we got fun So much together you'd count us as one Tell old man worry to go climb a tree 'Cause I'm with my baby, I've got my baby Look at my baby and me Look at my baby, my baby and me A dream of a duo now don't you agree Why keep it mum when there's nothing to hide? And what I feel I must reveal It's more that I can keep inside And I can assure you it won't go away Let me assure you it grows every day I was a one once but now I'm a we 'Cause I got my baby, dear little baby Look at my baby and me Look at my baby, my baby and me Facing the world optimistically Nothing can stop us so nobody try 'Cause baby's rough and full of stuff And incidentally, so am I Get out of our way, folks and give us some room Watch how we bubble and blossom and bloom Life was a prison but we got the key Me and my baby, me and my baby Dear little baby, cute little baby Look at my baby and me |
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| 3:10 |
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One thing I know
And I've always known I am my own best friend Baby's alive But baby's alone And baby's her own best friend Many's the kind Who told me he cares But they were scratchin' my back 'Cause I was scratchin' theirs... And trusting too That's only for fools I play the game When I make the rules And rule number one From here to the end Is I am my own best friend I am my own best friend Baby's her own best friend Three muskateers Who never said die Are standing here this minute Me, myself, and I... Life is a school I'll pass every test If life is a game I'll play it the best 'Cause I won't give in And I'll never bend And I am my own - best - frie-iend... |
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| 1:10 |
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Hey! old friend
What'd'ya say, old friend Are you okay, old friend Are we, uh, are we unique Time goes by Everything else keeps changing You and I We can conintue next week, yeah Most friends fade Or they don't make the grade New ones are quickly made And in a pinch Sure, they'll do But us, old friend What's to discuss, old friend Here's to us, who's like us Damn few Old friends No I mean old friends |
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| 2:31 |
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In a small cafe on a crowded night
In a spot of light stands the singer Then the band begins And the beat is strong And the room belongs to the singer All the people turn to hear her sad refrain And catch the cry of pain that's in her song But in her haunted face And in her searching eyes There is a sign that something's wrong Now the eager crowd hangs on every word But the sounds are slurred by the singer Til' the people feel every aching part Of the broken heart of the singer Still the song goes On about a love she knew That seemed so sure, so true But turned out wrong And from the tears She shows nobody really knows Is she the singer or the song Is she the singer or the song As the sad song ends She hits the final note It catches in her throat But comes out strong And as she bows and goes Nobody really knows Was she the singer or the song Was she the singer, or the song (2x): La-la-lah-la-lah La-la-lah-la-lah La-la-lah-la-lah La-la-la-la |
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| 5:15 |
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About a year ago - I heard this truly terrific, absolutely true story
And it just so happens that I told a couple of friends of mine this truly terrific, absolutely true story And it just so happens that these friends of mine are song writers And guess what happened, right, truly terrific, absolutely true song Gather around, I've got a story to tell, About a Manhattan lady that I know very well She lives at five Riverside, her name is Shirley Devore, And she travelled 'round the world to meet the guy next door Well there was trouble inside apartment 29 E, 'Cause Shirley's mother and dad were as upset as can be They said we hate to complain dear and we don't like to grouse, But your nearly 32, you should get out of the house You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells, You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling, You gotta ring - them - bells Well Shirley was 31, which she was loathe to admit, And she had never been loved, which didn't thrill her a bit And so she sat and she thought, she thought for hours on end, And said I'll go to Chase, Manhattan, where I got me a friend And so she borrowed a thou' and called TWA, And told her mother and dad that she was up and away I'm gonna travel the continent, a month, maybe two, And haul me home a hus' if it's the last thing I do You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells, You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting-a-ling, You gotta ring - them - bells She met a Londoner first, but they did not hit it off, 'Cause every time she approached he got a bronchial cough And so she went to Madrid and met a handsome Senior, But he liked to throw the bul |
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| 9. |
| 3:05 |
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Come on babe, why don't we paint the town, and all that Jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockin's down And all that Jazz Start the car, I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl And all - a-that - Ja-yazz Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes, and all that jazz I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues, and all that jazz Hold on hon, we're gonna bunny-hug I bought some aspirin down at United Drug In case we shake apart and want a brand new start To do - a-that - Ja-yazz Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake, and all that jazz Oh, I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break, and all that jazz Show me where to park my girdle, oh, my mother's blood'd curdle If she'd hear her baby's queer For all - that - Ja-yazz Find the flask we're playin' fast and loose (Oh, you're gonna see a shiver-shimmy-shake) And all that jazz, and all that jazz Right up here is where I store the juice (Oh I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break) And all that jazz, and all that jazz Come on babe we're gonna brush the sky (Show me where to park my girdle) I bet you lucky Lindy never flew so high (Oh, my mother's blood'd girdle) 'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear (If she'd hear her baby's queer) To all that ja-yazz No I'm no-one's wife, but oh I love my life And all... that... Ja-yazz..., that Jazz |
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| 3:19 |
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When it all comes true
Just the way you'd planned It's funny but the bells don't ring It's a quiet thing When you hold the world In your trembling hand You'd think you'd hear a choir sing It's a quiet thing There are no exploding fireworks Where's the roaring of the crowds Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere Way up here among the clouds But I don't hear the drums And I don't hear the band The sounds I'm told Such moments bring Happiness comes in on tip-toe Well what'd'ya know It's a quiet thing A very - quiet - thing |
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| 4:12 |
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The sun comes up, I think about you
The coffee cup, I think about you I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind The morning ends, I think about you I talk to friends and think about you And do they know it's like I'm losing my mind? All afternoon doing every little chore The thought of you stays bright Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor Not going left, not going right I dim the lights and think about you Spend sleepless nights to think about you You said you loved me, or were you just being kind? Or am I losing Losing my mind? All afternoon doing every little chore The thought of you stays bright Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor Not going left, not going right I dim the lights and think about you Spend sleepless nights to think about you You said you loved me, or were you just being kind? Or am I losing my mind? Or am I losing my mind? You said you loved me, or were you just being kind? Or am I losing my mind? Or were you just being kind? Or am I losing my mind? Losing my mind |
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| 3:09 |
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Maybe this time, I'll be lucky
Maybe this time, he'll stay Maybe this time For the first time Love won??쨈t hurry away He will hold me fast I'll be home at last Not a loser anymore Like the last time And the time before [Chorus] Everybody loves a winner So nobody loves me 'Lady Peaceful', 'Lady Happy,' That's what I long to be All the odds are in my favor Something's bound to give in, It's got to happen, happen sometime Maybe this time I'll win [Chorus] |
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| 7:27 |
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| 15. |
| 3:19 |
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Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it New York, New York I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York New York, New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps And find I'm a number one, top of the list These little town blues are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York, New York |
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