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.