Cabaret

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 a 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!