Red Shoes By the Drugstore

She wore red shoes by the newstand As the rain splashed the nickle Spilled like chablis all along the midway There's a little bluejay Red dress, sad night One straw in a rootbeer A compact with a cracked mirror A bottle of evening in Paris perfume What's this sad tune? He told her to wait by the magazines Take care of some business it seems Bring a raincoat Bring a suitcase Bring your dark eyes And wear those red shoes There's a dark huddle at the bus stop Unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet Lil' Cesaer got caught He has going down to second He has 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 drugstore Cesaer had never been late before Dogs bayed the moon And rattled their chains And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle Was the burgler alarm Snitchin' on Cesaer The rain washes memories from the sidewalks And the hounds splash down the nickle Full of soldiers Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room It's christmas eve In a sad cafe When the moon gets this way There's a little bluejay By the newstand Red shoes, red shoes Meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore We're goin' out tonight We're goin' out tonight We're goin' out tonight Wear your red shoes Red shoes, red shoes, red shoes, red shoes