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 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

No use permitting some prophet of doom
to wipe ev'ry smile away
life is a cabaret old chum
come to the cabaret

I used to have a girl friend known as "Elsie"
with whom I shared four sorted 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"
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/XNWrbut 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 turned 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"

"Put down the knitting, the book and the broom.
time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret old chum
come to the cabaret."

And as for me
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
isn't that long a stay!
life is a cabaret old chum!
only a cabaret old chum!
and I love a cabaret!