I just got an invitation through the mails:
"Your presence requested this evening, it`s formal
A top hat, a white tie and tails"
Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails
Because I`m invited to step out this evening
With top hat, white tie and tails

I`m puttin` on my top hat
Tyin` up my white tie
Brushin` off my tails

I`m dudein` 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