What good is sitting alone in your [bad word] hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old [bad word] to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old [bad word] to the Cabaret. [bad word] taste the [bad word] hear the [bad word] blow your horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting

What woulds permitting
some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is a Cabaret, old [bad word] 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
blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors
came to snicker:
"Well, thats [bad word] 
from to 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'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting alone in your [bad word] hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old [bad word] to the Cabaret."

And as for me,
I made up my mind 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!