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There comes a time when it is time to go.

This is it. The show is finished, the staff want to tidy up and go home.

Thank you. Do come again.


Two men stood watching a third, a gentleman, rolling on the floor.

You could tell he was a gentleman as he wore a vest, had a fob watch and exuded the unmistakable aroma of Brylcreem and talc.

Unfortunately the rolling on the floor did not add to his demeanor.

“Do you think he is alright, Rogan? ” asked a short stocky man, who had the appearance of being a country gentleman. In one hand he had a silver tipped cane; in the other, on a short choker lead, he had a large pelargonium.

“I am wondering that to myself also, Sir Wilberforce. He is indeed being most assuredly in a condition of merriment and extreme jollity” replied a swarthy chap with an enormous moustache and beard. His head was covered with a bright orange turban.

“I am having here a soda siphon as is being necessary for all the makings of movies that are for the tickling of the ribs. Are you thinking that I should be using it? ”

Sir Wilberforce looked at the dusty, tear stained wretch on the floor.

“Yes” he said finally.

The sudden application of cold water to a heated body had the desired affect. The rolling and laughing stopped. The now quite soggy gentleman got to his feet.

“Thank you Rogan, old man, I don't know how I would have stopped without your help” he said as he tried, but failed, to tidy his dishevelled clothes.

“Let's finish this thing off and then nip around the back for the ol' brandy, eh? ”

“Great idea, Cosmo” said Sir Wilberforce.

“I am thinking that I will be preferring to be having a a nice cup of tea” added the Indian. “It is being much more to my liking”

“Whatever” said Cosmo, “Come on, put our arms around each other. On the count of three, lead with the left leg. OK? Good. One...two...three...

What good is sitting, alone in your room?
But come, hear the music play!
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to the cabaret!
Put down your knitting, your book and your broom
It is time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to the cabaret!
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow that horn
Start celebrating...

[Scene fades]

[Master of Ceremonies]
GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. THAT IS THE END OF OUR SHOW.
WE HOPE THAT YOU DID NOT ENJOY IT NEARLY AS MUCH AS WE DID.

AUF WEIDERSEHEN.


Lyrics by Fred Ebb.

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