Cabaret

Meine Damen und Herren, mesdames et messieurs, ladies and gentlemen

Und now, once again

Fräulein Sally Bowles!

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 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 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 of 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"

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom

Time for a holiday

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret

And as for me, 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

Isn't that long a stay

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Only a cabaret, old chum

And I love a cabaret!