Cabaret (From "Cabaret")

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 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 a 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 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 snicker
 "Well, 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 think of Elsie to this very day
 I remember how she'd turn to me and say
 "What good is sitting all alone in your room?
 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
 And as for me
 And as for me
 I made my mind up, back in Chelsea
 When I go, I'm going like Elsie
 Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
 Isn't that long a stay
 Life is a cabaret, old chum
 It's only a cabaret, old chum
 And I love a cabaret