Fat Louis owns his butcher shop
The place for her meat she does stop
But lately, chuck ground
Looks like a short pound
Is he weighing his fat thumb on top?
She'll give benefit of the doubt
Not guilty, until she finds out
And she is inclined
To speaking her mind
So, today as she orders, she'll shout...

Meat Me In St. Louis, Louis
Meat me and be fair
Thumbs on scale, do not be weighing
With my ribs of spare
I like this butcher shoppy
Great rump roast and pork choppy
But, when you
Meat Me In St. Louis, Louis
Weigh no thumbs on there..

Lou gave his fat torso a turn
And shot her a look of concern
Then said, "Mrs. Paige
For your fine patronage,
Your trust I must honestly earn
If my honor's not pure as plum
Swift vengeance of God, may it come!"
Glanced away as he cut
Into slices, pork butt
And the cleavor extracted his thumb...

Meat Me In St. Louis, Louis
Meat me and be fair
Now she'll trust his scale and weighing
With her ribs of spare..
Still likes the butcher shoppy
Good rump roast and pork choppy
And when he
Meats Her In St. Louis, Louis
Puts no thumb on there..

No, there's no thumb on there....