You heard it just opened, and it’s already the bee’s knees (fantastic).
So far, everything is Jake (a-okay), so you get yourself all dolled up (dressed up) in your glad rags (club clothes) and take a dimbox jaunt (taxi ride) to the club, ready for a nifty (great) time. You start to feel a little like a Rueben (backwards country bumpkin) as you watch high rollers throw clams (money) around like they were candy. According to the latest chin music (gossip), there’s going to be a big blow (party) tonight, as long the bull (police) don’t find out and cast a kitten (throw a fit). It’s the Roaring Twenties, and you and your friends are heading to the newest club in town.