Tulsa, tell about your night club act
O.K., well you see,
I pretend I'm home getting dressed for a date
I take a comb, I comb my hair
Take a flower,
Smell it,
Put it in my lapel
And then I spot the audience!
Once my clothes were shabby
Tailors called me, "Cabbie"
So, I took a vow
Said this bum'll
Be Beau Brumme!
Now I'm smooth and snappy
Now my tailor's happy
I'm the cat's MEOW
My wardrobe is a wow!
Paris silk!
Harris tweed!
There's only one thing I need!
Got my tweed pressed
Got my best vest
All I need now is the girl
Got my striped tie
Got my hopes high
Got the time and the place
And I got rhythm
Now, all I need's a girl to go with'm
If she'll just appear
We'll take this big town for a whirl
And if she'll say,
"My darling I'm yours"
I'll throw away
My striped tie
And my best-pressed tweed
All I really need is the girl
"I start easy!
Now I'm more debonair
Shhh
Break!
And I sell it here
I start this step, see?
And build it!
And, and double it!
She appears all in white,
I take her hand and kiss it
And lead her on the floor
This step is good for the costume,
Astaire pat!
La da, da da, da da, dada dya da,
Now we waltz,
Strings come in
And I lift her!
Again
Once more
And now the tempo changes
And all the lights come up
And I build for the finale
Louise, that's it!
Over here!
Give your hand!
Now follow me!
Faster!
Charleston
Again!
Again!