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,
start Celebrating;
right This Way,
your Table's Waiting.

no Use Permitting
some Prophet Of Doom
to Wipe Every Smile Away.
come Hear The Music Play.
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 Waht 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 Alone
in You 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.'

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
isn't That A Long A Stay.
life Is A Cabaret, Old Chum,
only A Cabarert, Old Chum
and I Love A Cabaret.