[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!