When Francis dances with me, Hully Gee, I'm as gay as can be, He takes me to dances 'cause that's what I love, I fit in his arms like a motorman's glove, Oh, the Bow'ry, we don't go there any more, He wears a Tuxedo and Gee, how it fits, He looks like the Headwaiter up at the Ritz, and I wears a gown that's got twenty-eight slits, When Francis dances with me.