M.C.: Meine Damen und Herren, Madames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen, Und now, once again, Fraulein Sally Bowls! SALLY BOWLES: What good is sittin' alone in your room Come hear the music play, Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret. Put down that knittin', the book and the broom Time for a holiday, Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret. Come taste the wine, come hear that band Come blow your horn, start celebratin' Right this way, your table's waitin' No use permittin' a prophet of doom Wipe every smile away, yes Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret!
I used to have a girl friend 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 sneaker Well, that's what comes of too much pills and licqueur But when I saw her laid down like a queen She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen I think of Elsie to this very day, I remember how she turned to me and said: What good is sittin' alone in your room Come hear the music play, Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret Put down that knittin', the book and the broom Time for a holiday, Life is a cabaret, old chum So come to the cabaret. And as for me, As for me, I made my mind up back in Chelsea When I go, I'm going like Elsie, Start by admitting that cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay What good is sittin' alone in your room Come hear the music play, yes Life is a cabaret old chum It's only a cabaret old chum And I love a cabaret! Yes, life is a cabaret old chum Only a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret
