Writers
Jimmy Page
Themes
Celebration
Genres
Rock
Instrumental
Year
1967
Lyrics
Instrumental
Writers
Dolly Parton
Michael Wells
Themes
Names
Celebration
Inspirational
Happiness
Genres
Country and Western
Pop
Year
2008
Lyrics
People always comin' up to me and askin'
"Dolly, what's your secret?
With all you do, your attitude
Just seems to be so good
How do you keep it?"
Well I'm not the Dalai Lama, but I'll try
To offer up a few words of advice
Chorus:

You better get to livin', givin'
Don't forget to throw in a little forgivin'
And lovin' on the way
You better get to knowin', showin'
A little bit more concerned about where you're goin'
Just a word unto the wise
You better get to livin'

A girlfriend came to my house
Started cryin' on my shoulder Sunday evening
She was spinnin' such a sad tale
I could not believe the yarn that she was weavin'
So negative the words she had to say
I said if I had a violin I'd play

I said you'd better get to livin', givin'
Be willing and forgivin'
Cause all healing has to start with you
You better stop whining, pining
Get your dreams in line
And then just shine, design, refine
Until they come true
And you better get to livin'

Your life's a wreck, your house is mess
And your wardrobe way outdated
All your plans just keep on falling through
Overweight and under paid, under appreciated
I'm no guru, but I'll tell you
This I know is true

You better get to livin', givin'
A little more thought about bein'
A little more willin' to make a better way
Don't sweat the small stuff
Keep your chin up
Just hang tough
And if it gets too rough
Fall on your knees and pray
And do that everyday
Then you'll get to livin'

The day we're born we start to die
Don't waste one minute of this life
Get to livin'
Share your dreams and share your laughter
Make some points for the great hereafter

Better start carin'
Better start sharin'
Better start tryin'
Better start smiling
And you better get to livin'
Writers
Bud Reneau
Lew Brown
Ray Henderson
Themes
Celebration
Genres
Jazz
Vintage
Instrumental
Year
1926
Lyrics
Instrumental
Writers
Brian Bennett
Brian Locking
Bruce Welch
Hank Marvin
Themes
Celebration
Genres
Rock 'n' Roll
Instrumental
Year
1964
Lyrics
No Lyrics
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Jazz
Showtunes
Year
1970
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Soul
Pop
Showtunes
Year
1970
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
2003
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1972
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1987
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1991
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1968
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1966
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Rock
Showtunes
Year
2012
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1966
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Jazz
Showtunes
Year
1965
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Fred Ebb
John Kander
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Celebration
Places
Time
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1966
Lyrics
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.
It's 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.

What goods admitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie.
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea.

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower,
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me, 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,
It isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
It's only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!
Writers
Clarence Williams
Henry Troy
Lon Christian Smith
Themes
Celebration
Genres
Blues
Year
1923
Lyrics
Writers
Andres De La Cruz
James Moore
Kurtis Blow
Lawrence Smith
Robert Ford
Rodney Clark
Russell Simmons
Wilfredo Sanchez
Themes
Celebration
Novelty
Genres
Dance
Children/Novelty
Latin
Pop
Year
2006
Lyrics
No puedo creerlooo que en la red, alguien se tomó la molestia de escuchar detenidamente la rola de Regeton-Chacarron Macarron y disque escribió su letra

La rola de Regeton - Chacarron macarron y la disque letra aquí

ooohuuu yehaaa ... sea.. sou.. jhonn macarron.. yeah macarron nooon
Chacarron, Chacaron, Chacarron, Chacarron, ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus, alsualsualualauusualulus

refrain:
Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron Chacarron, n', aliluliron, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron

ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus alsualsualualauusualulus
ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus alsualsualualauusualulus

refrain

Chacarron, Chacarron, Chacarron, Chacarron, ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus, alsualsualualauusualulus

Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron,, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron, Chacarron, n', Chacarron,, aliluliron, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron

aluealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus, alsualsualualauusualulus ...ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus, alsualsualualauusualulus

refrain

refrain2:
Chacarron, Chacarro (3x)

Dududadede dudadade do guduguda dubu Chacarron
Bana blue

Macarrón...

Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron,, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron, aluealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus alsualsualualauusualulus ...ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus alsualsualualauusualulus

Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron, Chacarron Chacarron, n', Chacarron, aliluliron, Chacarron, Chacarron

Chacarron, Chacarron
Chacarron, Chacarron,,

ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus, alsualsualualauusualulus ...ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus,,, alsualsualualauusualulus

Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron,, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron Chacarron, n, Chacarron, aliluliron, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron

ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus, alsualsualualauusualulus ...ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus alsualsualualauusualulus

refrain

refrain2

Dududadede dudadadedo guduguda dubu Chacarron
Bana blueendubu tu

Macarrón is a ro

Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron,, Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron, aluealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus alsualsualualauusualulus ...ualuealuealeuale ualuelaelaellalea, alsualsualualauusualulus alsualsualualauusualulus

Chacarron, Chacarron, aliluliron, Chacarron, Chacarron, n', Chacarron, aliluliron, Chacarron, Chacarron
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