Cabaret

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 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!
 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 rented by the hour
 The day she died the neighbours 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 all alone in you room?
 Come hear the music play
 Life is a Cabaret, old chum
 Come to the Cabaret"
 And as for me, ha, 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