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
Come to the Cabaret
I used to have a 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 neighbors came to snicker
Well, that's what comes from too 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 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
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
And as for me, 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 long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
And I love a cabaret
