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

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

Come taste the wine

Just listen to the band

Come blow that horn

Start celebrating

Right this way

Your table's waiting

Start by admitting from cradle to tomb

It isn't a long, long stay

Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum

Only a cabaret, old chum

So throw all your cares away, old chum

And come, come to the cabaret