Stepping Out

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 that 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 girlfriend known as Elsie With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn't what you 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 from too much pills and liquor But when I saw her laid up like a queen She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen And as for me, as for me I made my mind up back in Chelsea: When I go I am going like Elsie Start by admitting from cradle to tomb: It's such a long, long stay Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the caba-, call me a cab-a, I love a cabaret!