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 hear   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"      The dresses that hung in the hall   Were gone, she had taken them all   She took all his rings and the rest of his things   The picture he missed from the wall      "What moving", the janitor said   "Your rent is paid three months ahead"   "What good is the flat?", said poor Louis, "Read that"   And the janitor smiled as he read      "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"