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
No use permitting some prophet of doom to wipe every smile away
Life is a Cabaret, old chum, 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 neighbor`s 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 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 my mind up back in Chelsea
When I go, I`m going like Elsie!
Start by admitting from cradle to tomb there isn`t that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum.
Only a cabaret old chum,
And I love a cabaret!