| 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. | |
| Time for a holiday. | |
| Life is 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 | |
| No use permitting | |
| soem 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 what 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, thats what comes | |
| from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say: | |
| "What good is sitting alone in your room? | |
| Come hear the music play. | |
| Life is a Cabaret, old chum, | |
| Come to the Cabaret." | |
| And as for me, | |
| I made up my mind back in Chelsea, | |
| When I go, I'm going like Elsie. | |
| Start by admitting | |
| From cradle to tomb | |
| Isn't that long a stay. | |
| Life is a Cabaret, old chum, | |
| Only a Cabaret, old chum, | |
| And I love a Cabaret! |
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