Cabaret

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.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

So Come to the Cabaret.

I used to have this 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 neighbours 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 your 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 tomb

It isn't that long a stay.

Life is a Cabaret, old chum,

It's only a Cabaret, old chum

And I love a Cabaret!