For my benefit
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 your knitting, 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 the band
Come blow your horn
start celebrating
right this way your table's waiting

No use permitting some prophet of doom
to wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie
with whom I shared four sordid rooms at Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
as a matter of fact she rented by the hour

When she died the neighbours came to snicker
"That's what comes of 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 still remember Elsie to this day
I remember how she'd turn to me and say
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 your knitting, the book and the broom
time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret.

And as for me, As for me.
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
when I'm gone I'm going like Elsie.

So start admitting from cradle to tomb
isn't that long a stay
life is a cabaret old chum
only a cabaret old chum
and I love the Cabaret!

Nazis, gays and gorillas, OH MY!