I just got an invitation through the mails: Your presence requested this evening, it's formal A top hat, a white tie and tails Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails Because I'm invited to step out this evening With top hat, white tie and tails
I'm puttin' on my top hat Tyin' up my white tie Brushin' off my tails
I'm dudein' up my shirt front Puttin' in the shirt studs Polishin' my nails
I'm steppin' out, my dear To breathe an atmosphere that simply reeks with class And I trust that you'll excuse my dust when I step on the gas
For I'll be there Puttin' down my top hat Mussin' up my white tie Dancin' in my tails
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