Lyrics

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