Louis Armstrong - Cabaret

^CWhat good is sitting alone in your room, come, hear the music ^C7play! ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, ole ^Achum, ^Gcome to the ^G7caba^Cret. ^G

^CPut down that knittin', that book and the broom, it's time for a hol^C7iday. ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, ole ^Achum, so ^Fcome to the ^G7caba^Cret.

Come taste the ^Fmwine, come hear the ^Cband, yes, it's ^Dmtime for celebratin'. ^GRight this way, your ^Gtable's waitin'.

^CNo use permittin' some prophet of doom to wipe every smiles a^C7way. ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, ole ^Achum, so ^Fcome to the ^G7caba^Cret.

Come taste the ^Fmwine, come hear the ^Cband, yes, it's ^Dmtime for celebratin'. ^GRight this way, your ^Gtable's waitin'.

^CNo thought for admittin' the prince of doom, yes, it is no longer ^C7stayin'. ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, old ^Achum, ^Fonly a ^Dmcaba^Emret, old ^Achum, so ^Fcome to the ^Gca^G7ba-^Cret. ^{G C}