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 a 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 good's permitting 
 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 too much pills and liquor 
 But when I saw her laid down like a Queen 
 She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen   
 I think of Elsie to this very day 
 I remember how she'd turn to me and say 
 What good is sitting all alone 
 In you room? 
 Come hear the music play 
 Life is a Cabaret, old chum 
 Come to the Cabaret   
 And as for me, ah, and as for me 
 I made my mind up back in Chelsea 
 When I go, I'm going like Elsie   
 Start by admitting 
 From cradle to tomb 
 It isn't that a long a stay 
 Life is a Cabaret, old chum 
 It's only a Cabaret, old chum 
 And I love a Cabaret