Recorded London, May 19, 1932; New Mayfair Orchestra conducted by Ray Noble

Parisian pierrot, society’s hero
The lord of the day, the Rue de la Paix
Is under your sway
The world may flatter but what does that matter?
They’ll never shatter your gloom profound
Parisian pierrot, your spirit’s at zero
Divinely forlorn, with exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling, your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round

Parisian pierrot, your spirit’s at zero
Divinely forlorn, with exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling, your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round

Poor little rich girl
You're a bewitched girl
Better take care
Laughing at danger
Virtue a stranger
Better beware!
The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle
You love affairs are in a hopeless tangle
Though you're a child, dear
Your life's a wild typhoon!
In lives of leisure
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows;
Cocktails and laughter
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon!

A room with a view - and you
With no one to worry us
No one to hurry us - through
This dream we found
We'll gaze at the sky - and try
To guess what it's all about
Then we will figure out - why
The world is round
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
High above the mountains and the sea
We'll bill and we'll coo-oo-oo
And sorrow will never come
Oh, will it ever come true
Our room with a view?
Dance, dance, dance little lady
Youth is fleeting to the rhythm
Beating in your mind
Dance, dance, dance little lady
So obsessed with second best
No rest you’ll ever find
Time and tide and trouble
Never, never wait
Let the cauldron bubble
Justify your fate
Dance, dance, dance little lady
Dance, dance, dance little lady
Leave tomorrow behind