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 a horn Start celebrating;

Right this way Your table's waiting

What good's permitting Some prophet of doom

To wipe every smile away

Life is a Cabaret old chum

So Come to the Cabaret!

I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie

With whom I shared A 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'd turn to me and say:

"What good is sitting all alone in you room?

Come hear the music play

Life is a Cabaret old chum

Come to the Cabaret

And as for me And 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

It isn't that a long a stay

Life is a Cabaret old chum

It's only a Cabaret old chum

And I lo-ve a Ca-ba-ret