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 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 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, thats what comes
from to 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 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 going 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!