Cabaret

What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come here 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 know as Elsie

With whom I shared four sorted rooms in Chelsea

She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower

As a matter of fact, she rented by the hour

On 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 up 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 here 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 goin' 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