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!