| 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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| Steppin' out 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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| I’ll be puttin' down my top hat
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| Mussin' up my white tie
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| Dancin' in my tails, in my tails
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| I’ve got a date 'bout a quarter to eight
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| I better not be late
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| With my top hat, top hat, top hat
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| White tie and my tails
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| My top hat
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| My white tie
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| My tails
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| I’m steppin' out later tonight with my top hat |