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 ev'ry smile away
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 sorted 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 turned to me and say


"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."


And as for me
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 long a stay!
life is a cabaret old chum!

only a cabaret old chum!
and I love a cabaret!