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 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 Hoochee Koochee;
I will be your tootsie wootsie.
If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair!"