Life Is a Cabaret

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 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

So come to the Cabaret

I used to have this 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 neighbours

Came to snicker

"Well, that's what comes

From too much pills and liquor"

But when I saw her laid down 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, ah, 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 a long a stay

Life is a Cabaret, old chum

It's only a Cabaret, old chum

And I love a Cabaret