What good is sitting alone
 In you 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. 
 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 waht 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.`
 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 remember how she`d turn to me and say:
 `What good is sitting alone
 In you 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,
 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 a long a stay.
 Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
 Only a Cabarert, old chum
 And I love a Cabaret.