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(verse)
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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, 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 and white tie and tails.
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(chorus)
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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,
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To breathe an atmosphere
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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,
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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.
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Top Hat, White Tie And Tails
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| Fred Astaire |
