Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money

If you happen to be rich
And you feel like a night's entertainment
You can pay for a gay escapade
If you happen to be rich and alone
And you need a companion
You can ring "ting-a-ling" for the maid
If you happen to be rich
And you find you are left by your lover
Though you moan and you groan quite a lot
You can take it on the chin
Call a cab and begin to recover
On your 14-karat yacht

Oh girl CLOCK it…

Emcee 🙏🏻

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
Fremde, etranger, stranger.
Gluklich zu sehen, je suis enchante,
Happy to see you, bleibe, reste, stay.

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome
Im Cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret

Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs,
Ladies and Gentlemen! Guden Abend, bon soir,
We geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good?
I bet you do!
Ich bin euer Confrecier; je suis votre compere...
I am you host!

Und sagen
Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome
Im Cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret

Leave you troubles outside!
So - life is disappointing? Forget it!
We have no troubles here! Here life is beautiful...
The girls are beautiful...
Even the orchestra is beautiful!

You’ve got to be shitting me.

“Enough politics, why does it matter? We’re friends.” I might just pull the trigger

:)

Putting this here cuz someone said it,
“Cabaret is not about sexuality or gender expression. The point of Cabaret is the difficult choice between safety of self preservation and the danger of advocating for the targeted in the face of evil and oppression.”

Goodnight folks.

Don't dab your eye, mein Herr,
Or wonder why, Mein Herr
I've always said you I was a rover
You mustn't knit your brow,
You should have known by now
You'd every cause to doubt me,
Mein, Herr
The continent of Europe is so wide,
Mein Herr
Not only up and down, but side to side,
Mein Herr
I couldn't ever cross it if I tried,
Mein Herr

If you haven't any coal in the stove
And you freeze in the winter
And you curse on the wind
At your fate
When you haven't any shoes
On your feet
And your coat's thin as paper
And you look thirty pounds
Underweight.
When you go to get a word of advice
From the fat little pastor
He will tell you to love evermore.
But when hunger comes a rap,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat at the window...
At the window...
Who's there?
Hunger!
Eugh, hunger!

I… did something

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