So I was coming down here tonight. I had to walk past the outer reaches of Columbus Avenue up there in the 70s. Why, it looks like New York's ready for just one more decade of cafe society. So nice of the bartender to turn the TV off during this number. I got good taste. I got no money. I know some things I don't know at all. I want to save face when I'm with my honey. We don't go out driving or dancing at the ball. Cafe society's the only way to take it when pandemonium's the way of life. Cafe society, it's everything you make it from the tips on the table to the butter knife. She's got no taste. He's got a lot of money. She knew some things. He's a know-it-all. She's a two-face. He's never funny. But everybody loves it when they come to pay a call. Cafe society's the only way to take it when pandemonium's the way of life. Cafe society, it's everything you make it from the tips on the table to the butter knife. Now not everybody can whistle like that. Ross has been spending a lot of time with building superintendents. I mean that natural vibrato is kind of tough to get. It has to be in your jeans I think. Not in your jeans, in her jeans. You know those new dictionaries that have all the hip words in them like roller disco or clone? I looked up hanging out. Right there between hanging back and hanging plant they had hanging out. You know how they defined it? Loitering. I'd say it's more like dallying or lingering with intent to linger some more. I mean loitering kind of sounds like you littered something liquid. You've got good taste. You've got a lot of money. You know some things. If you've got good taste and you've got a lot of money you probably know it all. You've got a new face because your old one's runny. But every waitress knows that it's just pride before the fall. Cafe society's the only way to take it when pandemonium's the way of life. Cafe society, it's everything you make it from the tips on the table to the butter knife. Butter knife, butter knife, but, but, what if turn knife?