Misfit Cabaret Lyrics - Kat Robichaud

Hey, daddy-o, has life got you feeling low? 

Has your story turned a dismal shade of gray? (that's ok) 

Come with me, I'll take you far away. 

I think it's time for you to open up your mind 

And join us- come and play...at Misfit Cabaret. 

Come to the party, we promise not to bite 

Unless that's what you're into, and if you're not, that's fine 

We'll learn a whole new world of things to be accepting of 

Like how Jordy's quite the strumpet 

Oh, but we're not here to judge 

But on your disco dress you got at Mission Thrift 

And follow as we fashionably trip from grift to grift 

We're all from oppressive towns 

They call us lost, but here we've found 

A place where we can be ourselves 

Whatever that may be 

And if you want to, we can do 

Whatever you want to 

Just as long as you can pay the rent (fuck) 

We'll burn through this city 

No appy-polly-loggies 

And slink back home when all our money's spent 

(But let's not think about that right now) 

Aren't you having fun? (Oh, it's oh so shiny) 

Stay forever young (I'm invincible) 

Swallow back your tears (Cheers!) 

(I've never felt so free) 

Meine damen, how are you? 

You know we hate to see you blue 

But Grace is here to make you woo! 

She's quite a sparkly thing to view 

And here's our doll, Noveli 

Our sister of the night 

So fluid in her movement 

You have to tip her twice 

And, oh, my brother 

Have you seen this Gnarling girl? 

She's the grossest with the mostest 

No, this liebling's not your pearl 

Baby two-faced in red suede 

Being poor is all the rage 

You can join us down here 

If you've got some gauche to spare 

And if it moves you, I'll take you 

backstage where we undo 

If you want to peek behind the veil (gasp!) 

You may be surprised what you see with your eyes 

And what is life without stories to tell...your mother? 

Aren't you having fun? (oh, it's stimulating) 

Drink that bottle down (a kaleidoscope) 

There's no sorrow here, dear 

(I've never felt so free) 

Hey, Darling Misfits, give it to me 

If you want to we can do whatever you want to 

Just as long as you can pay the fucking (or blessed) rent 

There may be no tomorrow 

So whatcha saving it for? 

A flower's meant to bloom 

so get your ass up out the door 

We're all having quite the ball 

in our raucous caterwaul 

We'd love to have you come and play 

At Misfit Cabaret!