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 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      No use permitting   soem prophet of doom   To wipe every smile away.   Come hear the music play.   Life is a Cabaret, old chum,   Come to the Cabaret!      I used to have a 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 neighbors   came to snicker:   "Well, thats what comes    from to 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'd remember how'd she turn 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."      And as for me,   I made up my mind 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!