Life Is a 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'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 down 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 you room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a Cabaret, old chum
Come to the Cabaret"

And as for me, ah, 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 a long a stay
Life is a Cabaret, old chum
It's only a Cabaret, old chum
And I love a Cabaret