She wore red shoes by the news-stand
As the rain splashed the nickel
Spilled like chablis along the midway
There's a little blue jay

In a red dress, on a sad night
One straw in a root-beer [bad word] with a cracked mirror
And a bottle of Evening in Paris perfume, was this sad tune

Told her to wait in by the magazines
Take care of some business it seems
Bring a raincoat, bring a suitcase
And bring your dark eyes and wear those red shoes

There's a dark huddle at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Lil' Ceaser got caught, he was 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

She waited by the [bad word] Ceaser had never been this late before
And the dogs bayed the moon
And rattled their chains
And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle
Was the burglar alarm snitchin' on Ceaser

Now the rain washes memories from the sidewalks
And the hounds splash down the nickel full of soldiers
Santa Claus is [bad word] in the ski room
Christmas eve in a sad cafe when the moon gets this way

There's a little blue jay by the new-stand
Red shoes, red shoes
So meet me tonight by the [bad word] Meet me tonight by the [bad word] Meet me tonight by the [bad word] Goin' out tonight, we're goin' out tonight
Goin' out tonight, wear your red shoes
Red shoes, wear your red shoes
Red shoes, red shoes