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 your horn

Start celebrating;

Right this way

Your table's waiting



What good admitting 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 roommate

Known as Kelsey

With whom I shared

Four sordid rooms in Chelsea



He wasn't what you'd call

A blushing flower

As a matter of fact

He rented by the hour



The day he died the neighbors

Came to snicker:

"Well, that's what comes

From too much pills and liquor."



But when I saw him laid out like a queen

He was the happiest corpse

I'd ever seen



I think of Kelsey to this very day

I'd remember how'd he 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, as for me

I made my mind up back in Chelsea

When I go, I ain't going like Kelsey



Start by admitting

From cradle to tomb

It isn't that long a stay

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Only a cabaret, old chum

And I love a cabaret!