What good is sitting alone in your room
Come to hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chap
Come to the cabaret
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Oh, life is a cabaret, old chap
Come to the cabaret
Come taste the bar, come hear the band
Come blow that horn and 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 chap
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 vented by the hour
The day she died, the neighbors came to snick up
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
Alors, what good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music
I think of Elsie to this very day



Music play
Oh life is a
Cavalry
Shop
Come to
I'm not
Oh
Oh