Meet Me In St. Louis

When Louis came home to the flat He hung up his coat and his hat He gazed all around but no wifey he found So he said, "Where can Flossie be at?" A note on the table he spied He read it just once, then he cried It ran, "Louis dear, it's too slow for, for me hear So I think I will go for a ride" "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there" "We will dance the Hoochee Koochee I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair" 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 "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there" "We will dance the Hoochee Koochee I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair"