Meet Me In St. Louis, 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 read "Louis, dear, it's too slow for me here
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 Hoochie Coochie
I will be your Tootsie Wootsie
If you will meet me 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'd missed from the wall
But 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 Hoochie Coochie
I will be your Tootsie Wootsie
If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis, meet me at the fair"