Meet me in St Louis

When Louis came home to the flat,

He hung up his coat and his hat

He gazed all around,

So he said, "Where could Flossy 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.

I think I shall go for a ride."

Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,

Meet me at the fair

Don't tell me the lights are shining

Anyplace but there

I will be your tootsie wootsie

If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me at the fair! Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,

Meet me at the fair

Don't tell me the lights are shining. If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis