text: She wore red shoes by the newsstand
  The rain splashed the nickel
  It spilled like chablis all along the midway
  Theres a little bluejay
  Wearing red shoes on a sad night
  One straw in a root beer
  A compact with a cracked mirror
  A bottle of evening in Paris perfume
  What is this sad tune
  He told her to wait in by the magazines
  For he told her to wait for the magazines
  Bring a raincoat
  Bring a suitcase
  Bring your dark eyes
  Wear those red shoes red shoes red shoes
  Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
  Theres a dark huddle at the bus stop
  Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
  Caesar got caught
  Little Caesar got caught going down to second
  Little Caesar got caught going down to second
  He was cooled
  Changing stations on the chamber
  To steal a diamond ring from a jewelry store for his baby
  He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
  He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
  He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
  Red shoes red shoes
  You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
  Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
  Going out tonight
  Going out tonight wear those red shoes
  Going out tonight put on those red shoes
  Going out tonight put on those red shoes
  Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
  Now the hounds splash the nickel full of soldiers
  Now Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room
  And its Christmas Eve in a sad café
  When the moon gets its way
  Theres a little blue jay by the news-stand
  Wearing red shoes
  She wearing red shoes
  You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
  Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
  Going out tonight
  Put on your red shoes
  Put on your red shoes
  Put on your red shoes
  Put on your red shoes
  Put on your red shoes
  Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
  Red shoes
  Put on your red shoes baby
  Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
  Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
  Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes