Lyrics:

Lyrics 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
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 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 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

Here you here! good luck