Spit-shine, dressed so fancy So fine, hope that she's there Waiting for you; 'round the corner: The girl with the crimson hair
Oh my, ballroom is crowded Whoopie, everyone's there All you care 'bout, all she wants is The girl with the crimson hair
You take her hand, she knows the score Swingin' and swayin' on the dance floor When you romp and stomp and hold her tight Until midnight! The girl with the crimson hair