What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play,
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Put down that knittin', 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 that band
Come blow your horn, start celebratin'
Right this way, your table's waitin'
No use permittin' a prophet of doom
Wipe every smile away, yes
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret!
I used to have a girl friend 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 sneaker
Well, that's what comes of 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 turned to me and said:
What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play,
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret
Put down that knittin', the book and the broom
Time for a holiday,
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret.
And as for me, and as for me,
I made my up back in Chelsea
When I go, I'm going like Elsie,
Start by admitting go cradle to tumb
Isn't that a longer stay
Life is a cabaret old chum
It's only a cabaret old chum
And I love a cabaret!
Yes, life is a cabaret old chum
Only a cabaret old chum
So come to the cabaret
