The Lone Ranger
The Lone Ranger
He gazed all around but no wife he'd find
So he said, working flossy beyond
The note on the table he spied
He read it just once, then he cried
It said, Lewis, dear, it's too slow for me here
So I think I will go for a ride
Meet me in St. Louis
St. Louis, meet me at the fair
Don't tell me the lights are shining
Anyplace but there
We will dance the hoochie-coochie
I will be your tootsie-wootsie
Meet me in St. Louis
St. Louis, meet me at the fair
We will dance the hoochie-coochie
I will be your tootsie-wootsie
Meet me in St. Louis
St. Louis, meet me at the fair
St. Louis, meet me at the fair