作词 : Fred Ebb
作曲 : John Kander
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 trum
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 is permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a Cabaret old trum
So come to the Cabaret
I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms for 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 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 all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret old trum.
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 Chelsea
Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
It' isn't that long a stay
Life is a Cabaret old trum
It's only a Cabaret old trum
And I love a Cabaret