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.
Bridge:
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.