Recorded London, May 19, 1932; New Mayfair Orchestra conducted by Ray Noble
Parisian pierrot, society's hero
The lord of the day, the Rue de la Paix
Is under your sway
The world may flatter but what does that matter?
They'll never shatter your gloom profound
Parisian pierrot, your spirit's at zero
Divinely forlorn, with exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling, your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round
Parisian pierrot, your spirit's at zero
Divinely forlorn, with exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling, your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round
Poor little rich girl,
You're a bewitched girl,
Better take care.
Laughing at danger,
Virtue a stranger,
Better beware!
The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle,
You love affairs are in a hopeless tangle,
Though you're a child, dear,
Your life's a wild typhoon!
In lives of leisure,
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows;
co*ktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by Pantaloon,
Poor little rich girl,
Don't drop a stitch too soon!
A room with a view - and you,
With no one to worry us,
No one to hurry us - through
This dream we found.
We'll gaze at the sky - and try
To guess what it's all about,
Then we will figure out - why
The world is round.
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree.
High above the mountains and the sea.
We'll bill and we'll coo-oo-oo
And sorrow will never come,
Oh, will it ever come true,
Our room with a view?
Dance, dance, dance little lady,
Youth is fleeting to the rhythm
Beating in your mind.
Dance, dance, dance little lady,
So obsessed with second best
No rest you'll ever find.
Time and tide and trouble
Never, never wait
Let the cauldron bubble,
Justify your fate.
Dance, dance, dance little lady,
Dance, dance, dance little lady,
Leave tomorrow behind.