Life is a Cabaret

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 Cabaret, old chum,

Come to the Cabaret.

Come taste the wine,

Come hear the band.

Come blow your horn,

Start celebrating;

Right this way,

Your table's waiting

No use permitting some person 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

I think of Elsie to this very day.

I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:

"What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come hear the music play.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, I made up my mind back in Chelsea,

When I go, I'm going like Elsie.

Start by admitting from cradle to tomb

Isn't that long a stay.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

Only a Cabaret, old chum,

And I love a Cabaret!

Natasha Richardson was an iconic Sally Bowles. I listened to this album, and especially this song, over and over and over and over. I thought she was hugely brave, to take a lead in a musical on Broadway, when she had never sung before. She was magical. I loved her, looked up to her, learned bravery from her.

I am so sad for her family's loss of their wife, mother, sister, daughter.