Lyrics:

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
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 craddle to tomb,
Isn't that long a stay,
Life is a Cabaret old chum,
Only a Cabaret old chum,
And I love a Cabaret.

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 neighborus
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
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.'