• • • • 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

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

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'd remember how'd

she 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

Come taste the wine

Come hear the band

Come blow your horn

Start celebrating

Right this way

your table's waiting

Start by admitting

from cradle to tomb

it isn't that long a stay

Life is a Cabaret

old chum

Only a Cabaret

old chum

And I love the Cabaret...