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 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
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, that's what comes
With too much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen
She was the happiest corpse
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

Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
Ain't such a long, long stay
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 Cabaret
I love the Cabaret