Crown at the Coat Check

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,
It made the whole band grin.
The saxophone got jealous when I rolled my shoulders in.
My eleven-ever table had forgotten how to talk.
By midnight, even wallflowers were learning how to walk.