| She wore red shoes by the newstand | |
| As the rain splashed the nickle | |
| Spilled like chablis along the midway | |
| Theres a little bluejay | |
| In a red dress, on a sad night | |
| One straw in a rootbeer | |
| A compact with a cracked mirror | |
| And a bottle of evening in paris perfume | |
| Whats this sad tune | |
| He told her to wait by the magazines | |
| He had to take care of some business it seems | |
| Bring a raincoat | |
| And a suitcase | |
| And your dark eyes | |
| And wear those red shoes | |
| Theres a dark huddle at the bus stop | |
| Unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet | |
| Li'l cesar got caught | |
| He has going down to second | |
| He has cooled | |
| Changing stations on the chamber | |
| To steal a diamond | |
| From a jewelry store for his baby | |
| He loved the way she looked | |
| In those red shoes | |
| She waited by the drugstore | |
| Cesaer had never been late before | |
| And the dogs bayed the moon | |
| And rattled their chains | |
| And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle | |
| Was the burgler alarm | |
| Snitchin on cesaer | |
| Note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks | |
| And the hounds splash down the nickle | |
| Full of soldiers | |
| And santa claus is drunk in the ski room | |
| And it's christmas eve | |
| In a sad cafe | |
| When the moon gets this way | |
| Ther's a little blue my | |
| By the newstand | |
| Wearing red shoes | |
| So meet me tonight by the drugstore | |
| W're goin' out tonight | |
| Wear your red shoes |