Cabaret

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

BIG BAND IN

Come taste the wine

Come hear the band

Come blow a 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 neighbours 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 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

It isn't that long a stay.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

Only a Cabaret, old chum

Life is a Cabaret, old chum

And I love a Cabaret.