John Kander / Fred Ebb
What good is sitting alone In your room?
Come hear the music play. (Music Play)
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret, (Come to the Cabaret),

Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom,
It's time for a holiday–(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! (Tu Du Tu Tu Du…)

I used to have a girlfriend
Known as Elsie, (As Elsie)
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea (In Chelsea)
She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower...(Blushing Flower)
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour. (By The Hour)

The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker (To Snicker)
Well, that's what comes
From too much pills and liquor, (And Liquor)
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, (Like A Queen)–
She was the happiest corpse
I'd ever seen. (Ever Seen)–

I think of Elsie to this very day. (Every day)
I remember how she'd turn to me and say:
What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play! (music play)
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

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