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 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
Come taste the wine
Just listen to the band
Come blow that horn
Start celebrating
Right this way
Your table’s waiting
Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
It isn’t a long, long stay
Oh, life is a cabaret, old chum
Only a cabaret, old chum
So throw all your cares away, old chum
And come, come to the cabaret