Chorus: “Meet me in Saint Louis, Louis
Meet me at the fair.
Don’t tell me the lights are shining any place but there.
We will dance the hoochie koochie,
I will be your tootsie wootsie.
If you will meet me in Saint Louis, Louis
Meet me at the fair.”
Verse 2: The dresses that hung in the hall
Were gone, she had taken them all;
She took all his rings and the rest of his things –
The picture he missed from the wall.
“What! Moving?” the janitor said,
“Your rent is paid three months ahead.”
“What good is the flat?” said poor Louis, “Read that.”
And the janitor smiled as he read: