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

Come taste the wine

Come hear the band

Come blow your horn

Start celebrating

Right this way

Your table’s waiting

What good’s omitting

some prophet of doom

to wipe every smile away

Life is a cabaret old chum

So come to the cabaret

I used to have this

girlfriend known as Elsie

With whom I share 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 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

turned 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, ha

And 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

it isn’t that long a stay

Life is a cabaret old chum

It’s only a cabaret old chum

And I love a cabaret.......