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 that 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 call a blushing flower   As a matter of fact she rented by the hour      The day she dies the neighbors came to snicker   Well that's what comes of too much pills and liquor   But when I saw her laid up 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      Stop by admitting from cradle to tomb   It's such a long, long smile   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 caba, come in the caba   I love a cabaret