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I just got an invitation through the mails |
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Your presence requested this evening |
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It's formal, a top hat, 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 dudin' 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 to breathe |
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An atmosphere that simply reeks with class |
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And I trust that you'll excuse my dust |
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When I step on the gas 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 |
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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 dudin' 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 to breathe |
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An atmosphere that simply reeks with class |
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And I trust that you'll excuse my dust |
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When I step on the gas 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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And dancin' in my tails |
