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.It's time for a holiday.Life is a Cabaret, old chumCome to the Cabaret.Come taste the wine, Come hear the band.Come blow a horn, Start celebrating;Right this way, Your table's waiting.What good's permitting Some prophet of doomTo wipe every smile away.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,So Come to the Cabaret!I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie,With whom I shared A four sordid rooms in ChelseaShe 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 all alone in you room?Come hear the music play.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,Come to the Cabaret.And as for me, 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 tombIt isn't that a long a stay.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,It's only a Cabaret, old chumAnd I love a Cabaret.