What good is sitting, alone in your room?
But come, hear the music play!
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to the cabaret!
Put down your knitting, your book and your broom
It is time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to [C7]the cabaret!
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band [Bm]
Come blow that horn
Start celebrating
Right this way your table´s waiting
What good´s permitting some proρhet of doom?
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret , old chum!
So come to [C7]the cabaret!
I used to [C7]have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared for [Dm7]sordid ɾooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you [A7call [Em]a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she ɾented by the hours
The day she died the neighbors
Came to [C7]snicker her
Well, that is what comes from
Too much pills and [Bm]liquor
But when I saw her laid down like [F] a queen
She was [Am7]the happiest corpse I´d ever seen
I think of Elsie till this very day
I ɾemember how she´d turned to [C7]me and [Bm]say
What good is sitting all [Em]alone in your ɾoom?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to [C7]the cabaret!
And as for [Dm7]me
And as for [Dm7]me
I made my [A]mind up back in Chelsea
When I go I am going like [F]Elsie
Star by admitting
From cradle to [C7]doom
It isn't that long [Am]a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
It´s only a cabaret, old chum!
And I love a cabaret!