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 that 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 a girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she dies the neighbors came to snicker
Well that's what comes of too much pills and liquor
But when I saw her laid up like a queen
She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen
And as for me
As for me
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I go I'm going like Elsie
Stop by admitting from cradle to tomb
It's such a long, long smile
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the caba, come in the caba, I love a cabaret!!!