She wore red shoes by the newsstand as the rain splashed the nickel and spilled like Chablis all along the midway
There's a little blue jay in a red dress on a sad night
One straw in a root beer
A compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in Paris perfume
What's this sad tune?
He told her to wait in by the magazines
Take care of business it seems
Bring a raincoat, bring a suitcase
Bring your dark eyes and wear those red shoes
There's a dark huddle at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Li'l Cesaer got caught
He's going on down to second
He was cooled
Changing stations on the chamber to steal a diamond ring from a jewellery store for his baby
He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
She waited by the drugstore
Cesaer never been this late before
The dogs bayed the moon and rattled their chains
And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle was the burglar alarm snitchin' on Cesaer
Now the rain washes memories from the sidewalks
The hounds splash the nickel full of soldiers
Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room
It's Christmas eve in a sad café when the moon gets this way
There's a little blue jay by the newsstand wearing red shoes, wearing red shoes
So meet me tonight by the drugstore, meet me tonight by the drugstore, meet me tonight by the drugstore
We're goin' out tonight, we're goin' out tonight, we're goin' out tonight
Wear your red shoes, red shoes; wear your red shoes, red shoes, red shoes