Cabaret piano leadsheet with chords

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.

ret. 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 ev'ry smile a way.

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 of 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 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 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!