From down to up, about this town, I've drunk my cup,
from up to down, but being a connoisseur
And a great social pit
The circle which I prefer
Is the
Dilly
County set
If you want to pass through
the gilded gates
Where the bourgeois meet
the sophisticates
To exchange their views and
to compare their mates
Come along with me
If you'd like to dine with
an old mar quee
Who will swear that technically he is free
But his wife's the only technicality
Come along with me
Come along with me my pretty,
let me open your eyes
In this great big wicked city,
it is folly not to be wise
And if any night baby you would care
for an unconventional love affair
I'll improve your mind if you
let down your hair
Come along, come along,
come along with me.
There's a prince whose
home has become a must
For the lower men of the upper crust
Cause his high -born wife has
such a low -cut bust
Come along with me.
There's a king who's on the town,
dear, who imbibes round the clock.
He will show you his gold crown, dear,
when he gets his crown out of hot.
Come along, come along,
come along with me!