Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed, gotta sew a button on my vest,
'cause tonight I've gotta look my best, Lulu's back in town.
Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair,
gotta get myself a boutonniere, Lulu's back in town.
You can tell all my pets, all my Harlem coquettes,
Mister Otis regrets, that he won't be aroun'.
You can tell the mailman not to call, I ain't comin' home until the fall
and I might not get back home at all... Lulu's back in town.
