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