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 a horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting

What good's permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Come hear the music play
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 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'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 tom
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

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