What good is sitting
Alone in your room
Come here, the music play
Life is a cabaret, old champ
Come to the cabaret

Put down the kniting
The book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old champ
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 a meeting
Some propper of doom
So wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old champ
So come to the cabaret

I use to have this girlfriend
Known as elsy
With whom I shared
For sorted 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 snick her
Well, that's what comes
From too much pills and liquors

But when I saw her
Layed out like a queen
She was the happiest corps
I've ever seen

I think of elsy
To this very day
I remember how she turned to me and said

What good is sitting
All alone in your room
Come here the music play
Life is a cabaret, old champ
Come to the cabaret

And as for me
And as for me
I made my mind up
Back in chelsea
Where I go
I'm going like elsy

Start by admiting
Come craddle that tumb
It isn't that a long stay
Life is a cabaret, old champ
Is only a cabaret old champ
And I love a cabaret