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 the the cabaret



Come taste the wine, come hear the band

Come blow that horn, start celebrating

Right this way

Your table's waiting



No use permitting some prophet of doom

To wipe every smile away

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret



I used to have girlfriend known as Elsie

With whom I shared for sordid rooms in Chelsea

She wasn't what you 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



And as for me

As for me

I made my mind up back in Chelsea

When I go I am going like Elsie



Stop by admitting from cradle to doom

It's such a long, long smile

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret



What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come hear the music play

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret



Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the caba, come to the caba, I love a cabaret