[TULSA, spoken]
I pretend I'm at home, getting dressed for a date
I take a comb, comb my hair
Take a flower, smell it
And put it in my lapel
And then I spot the audience!

[TULSA]
Once my clothes were shabby
Tailors called me "cabby"
So 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 cat's 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 placе, and I got rhythm
Now all I need is the girl to go with them
If she'll just appеar
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, tap dances]

(spoken)
I start off easy, see?
Now I'm more debonair
Shhhh

Break!

And I sell it here
I start the step, see?
And then I build it
Double it

She appears, all in white
I take her hand, kiss it
And lead her on the floor

This step's good for the costume
A stair bit
(sung)
Ya da da da da da da da da

Now we waltz
Strings come in

(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, do you see?
Do it over here
Follow me
Faster!
Charleston!
Again!
Do it again!
Give me your hands