M.C.:

Meine Damen und Herren, Madames et Messieurs,

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Und now, once again, Frulein 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 up back in Chelsea

When I go, I'm going like Elsie,

Start by admitting go cradle to tumb

Isn't that a longer 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