Come hear the music play;
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the 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 the horn, start celebrating,
Right this way, your table's waiting

No use permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe ev'ry smile away;
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.

Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
isn't that long a stay;
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Only a cabaret, old chum,
So come to the Cabaret