[LOUISE, spoken]
Tulsa? Tell me about your nightclub act!
[TULSA, spoken]
Okay!
Well, you see, I'll pretend I'm home getting dressed for a date.
I take a comb, comb my hair
Take a flower, smell it, put it in my lapel
And then, I spot the audience!
[TULSA, sung]
Once my clothes were shabby
Tailors called me, "Cabbie"
Got so rough I took a vow
Said "this bum'll
Be Beau Brummel"
Now I'm smooth and snappy
Now my tailor's happy
I'm the cats meow
My wardrobe is a wow!
Paris silk! Harris tweed!
There's only one thing I need...
Got my tweed pressed
Got my best vest
All I need now is the girl
Got my striped tie
Got my hopes high
Got the time and the place
And I got rhythm
Now all I need is the girl to go with 'em
If she'll
Just appear we'll
Take this big town for a whirl
And if she'll say, "My darling I'm yours"
I'll throw away my striped tie
And my best pressed tweed
All I really need is the girl.
[TULSA, spoken]
I start easy!
Now I'm more debonair...
Ssssssssssssssh!
Break!
And I sell it here... I start this step, see?
And then I build it... Double it!
She appears all in white and I take her hand,
Kiss it and lead her on the floor...
This step is good for the costume... Astaire bit!
[TULSA, sung]
La dah dah dah...Dah dah dah dah yah dah...
Now we waltz, strings come in
[TULSA, spoken]
And I lift her... Again... Once more!
And now the tempo changes and all the lights come up
And I build for the finale!
Louise, that's it!
Come on over here...
Give me your hand!
Now follow me... Faster! Charleston...
Again... Do it again! Turn!