C Am C Am
There’s no business like show business like no business I know,
G C G C
everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow,
G Am
nowhere could you have that happy feeling,
D G
when you are stealing that extra bow.
C Am C F
There’s no people like show people, they smile when they are low,
Dm G C A
even with a turkey that you know will fold,
D G C A
you may be stranded out in the cold,
Dm G C A
still you wouldn’t change it for a sack of gold,
Dm G C
let’s go on with the show.
[Chorus]
F Dm F Dm
2. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk,
F C G
are secretly unhappy men because,
Bb Gm Bb Gm
the butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk,
D G C
get paid for what they do, but no applause.
E B7 E
They’d gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye
C Am G
for anything theatrical and why?
[Verse]
C Am C Am
There’s no business like show business and you tell me it’s so,
G C
traveling through the country is so thrilling,
G C
standing out in front on opening nights,
G Am
smiling as you watch the theater filling,
D G
and there’s your billing out there in lights.
C Am C F
There’s no people like show people, they smile when they are low,
Dm G C A
angels come from everywhere with lots of jack,
D G C A
and when you lose it, there’s no attack,
Dm G C A
where could you get money that you don’t give back?
Dm G C
Let’s go on with the show !
[Verse]
C Am C Am
There’s no business like show business, like no business I know,
G C
you get word before the show has started,
G C
that your favorite uncle died at dawn,
G Am
top of that, your pa and ma have parted,
D G
you’re broken-hearted, but you go on.
C Am C F
There’s no people like show people, they smile when they are low,
Dm G C A
yesterday they told you, you would not go far,
D G C A
that night you open, and there you are.
Dm G C A
Next day on your dressing room they’ve hung a star,
Dm G C
let’s go on with the show !
[Verse]
C
What good is sitting alone in your room,
C7
come, hear the music play!
F Dm Em A F G7 C
Life is a cabaret, ole chum, come to the cabaret.
C
Put down that knittin', that book and the broom,
C7
it's time for a holiday.
F Dm Em A F G7 C
Life is a cabaret, ole chum, so come to the cabaret.
Fm C
Come taste the wine, come hear the band,
Am
yes, it's time for celebratin'.
G G
Right this way, your table's waitin'.
C
No use permittin' some prophet of doom
C7
to wipe every smiles away.
F Dm Em A F G7 C
Life is a cabaret, ole chum, so come to the cabaret.
[Instrumental]
F Dm Em A F G7 C C7 F Dm Em A F G7 C
[Chorus]
Fm C
Come taste the wine, come hear the band,
Am
yes, it's time for celebratin'.
G G
Right this way, your table's waitin'.
C
No thought for admittin' the prince of doom,
C7
yes, it is no longer stayin'.
F Dm Em A F Dm Em A
Life is a cabaret, old chum, only a cabaret, old chum,
F G G7 C G C
so come to the caba-ret.
