Cabaret Songtext / Lyric

What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come here the music play

Life is the cabaret, old chum,

Come to the cabaret



Put down the knitting, the book and the broom

Time for a holiday

Life is the cabaret, old chum,

Come to the cabaret

Come test that wine

Come hear the band

Come blow the horn, start celebrating

Right this way your table's waiting



No use permitting some prophet of doom

To wipe every smile away.

Life is the cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret






I used to have this girlfriend know as Elsie

with whom I shared fore sordid room in Chelsea

She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower

as a matter of fact that she rented by the hour



The day she die the neighbours came to snicker

Well that's what come to much of pills and liquor

But when I saw her laid out like a queen

She was the happiest corpe I'd ever seen

I think of Elsie to this very day

I remember how she turn to me and say...



What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come to the music play

Life is the 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 the cabaret, old chum

It's only the cabaret, old chum

And I love a cabaret