Nick: I want to be seen, be seen with you, With you on my arm, To wear you like a charm, Your glitter decorating my arm. Now, natch'rally such proximity Gives rumors a rise, We'll let them analyze What our amalgamation implies. Oh yes, The gossips will press, So willing to stress The seamy side-- Know what? So what! I want to be seen, be seen with you, With you on my arm. Let's give this town a light, And hit it like a me-te-or-ite--tonight. I want to be seen with you. Fanny: The moon over mother's saloon, Have a nice macaroon I'll buy you a light beer. Nick: Right, dear. Both: I want to be seen, be seen with you, Nick: With you on my arm. Let's give this town a light And hit it like a me-te-or-ite-- Both: Tonight--i want to be seen with, Nick: Oh, please let me be seen with, Fanny: And I would like to be seen with Both: I want to be seen with you.