I'm putting on my top hat,
tying up my white tie,
brushing off my tails.
I'm duding up my shirtfront,
putting in the shirt studs,
polishing my nails,
I'm stepping out, my dear,
into 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,
putting down my top hat,
mussing up my white tie,
dancing in my tails.