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
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Top Hat, White Tie, and Tails
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| Irving Berlin |
