EMCEE:
Thank-you. And now meine Damen und Herren,
Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen-
the Kit Kat Klub is so happy to welcome back
an old friend. I give you: the toast of 
Mayfair-Fraulein Sally Bowles!

SALLY:
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 a 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 a 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 neighbors
came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
from too much pills an 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.

Put down the knitting,
the book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
come to the cabaret.

And as for me,
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
isn't that long a stay.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
only a cabaret, old chum,
and I love a cabaret.