I'm puttin' on my top hat,
Tyin' up my white tie, brushin' off my tails.
I'm dudin' up my shirt front,
Puttin' in the shirt studs, polishin' my nails.
I'm steppin' out, my dear, to breathe 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, puttin' down my top hat,
Mussin' up my white tie, dancin' in my tails.