Crown at the Coat Check

The doorman raised one eyebrow, never said a word.
I tipped my hat to Trouble in the corner by the band,
Then Ruthie took my coat and pressed a crown into my hand.
She said the room was waiting, I said, "Honey,
Let it wait." I like to make an entrance when the hour gets late.
Trumpet cleared his throat, the old floor found his feet.
I set that paper crown on top and walked into the beat.
Crown at the coat check, keep it there for me.
Crown at the coat check, everybody see.
I came to take the evening, not to ask it for a dance.
Crown at the coat check, give the night a chance.
Give the night a chance.
A slick-haired fellow offered me his chair.
I told him,
"Keep on sitting," I looked taller standing there.
I fed the jukebox one thin dime,