South Chicago ‘twenty nine
Cotton-tail jazz in speakeasy times
Don’t wonder where the in-crowd go
Looking for Candy she’s the belle of the show
She’s a lady, she’s got style
Mona Lisa with a perfect smile
Boys come running when she’s in town
Satin and silk in a low-cut gown
Don’t tell her what fat man said
She’s driving him crazy
In the cool of the night
When she sings the blues
She just wants to be a Broadway queen
Or a star upon the silver screen
With her name in lights, brighter than the moon
She’s got to sing with the angels
But dance to the devil’s tune
She’s a lady, tip to toe
Voice that’s smokey, soft and low
Boys go wild when she walks by
Sequinned dress that’s slit to the thigh
See the gangster with the pulled-down brim
Gave her rubies and a diamond ring
But the lady just wants to sing
Singing the blues away
Don’t tell her what fat man said
She’s driving him crazy
In the cool of the night
When she sings the blues
She just wants to be a Broadway queen
Or a star upon the silver screen
With her name in lights, brighter than the moon
She’s got to sing with the angels
But dance to the devil’s tune
She’s got to sing with the angels
But dance to the devil’s tune