Fourth Verse:
There came to the gay tenderloin,
A Jay who had money to burn.
The poor simple soul
showed a girlie his roll,
and she said, "For some wine, dear, I yearn."
A bottle and bird right away,
she touched him then said, "I can't stay."
He sighed, "Tell me, sweet,
where can you and I meet?"
And the orchestra started to play.