HRH's Pride Musical Theatre

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,

It's 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 --

What good's permitting

Some prophet of doom

To wipe every smile away?

Life is a cabaret, old chum,

Come to the cabaret!

I used to have this 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 neighbours came to snicker.

"Well, that's what comes from 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

Alone in your room?

Come hear the music play.

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,

It isn't that long a stay.

Life is a cabaret, old chum --

It's only a cabaret, old chum --

And I love a cabaret!