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. Time for a holiday. Life is 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 soem prophet of doom To wipe every smile away. Come hear the music play. 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, thats what comes from to 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'd remember how'd she 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, I made up my mind back in Chelsea, When I go, I'm going like Elsie. Start by admitting From cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Only a Cabaret, old chum, And I love a Cabaret!