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 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 a 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 dies the neighbors came to snick her  Well that's what comes of too much pills and liquor  But when I saw her laid up like a quee  She was the happiest corpes I'd ever seen    And as for me  As for me  I made my mind up back in Chelsea  When I go I'm 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 in the caba, I love a cabaret!!!