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Dames, dames, dames,
Dames, dames, dames, dames,
Dames, dames, dames, dames, dames!
What do I care for a dame?
What do I care for a dame?
Every old dame is the same...
Every hoaky dame is the same...
I've got a future,
A rosy future,
You can be sure I'll be tops.
I'm independent,
I'm no dependent,
And I'll own a nightclub that's tops.
I'll be in with the cops.
What do I care for the skirts?
What do I care for the skirts?
I'll make 'em pay till it hurts.
Let 'em put up till it hurts.
I'm gonna own a nightclub,
It's gonna be the right club
For the swell gentry,
It's elementary...
I'll wear top hat and cane
It's Chez Joey,
They'll pay, Joey,
The game, Joey...
I can see it plain.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
(Oo-oo-oo-oo, Oo-oo-oo).
Then the world discovers
(As my book ends)
How to make two lovers of friends.