Top Hat White Tie and Tails Lyrics
| Song | Top Hat White Tie and Tails |
| Artist | Fred Astaire |
| Album | Mr. Top Hat |
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| I just got an invitation through the mail. | |
| Your presence is requested this evening. | |
| It's formal. Top hat, white tie and tails." | |
| Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails, | |
| Because I'm invited to step out this evening | |
| In top hat, white tie and tails. | |
| Oh, I'm puttin' on my top hat, | |
| Tying up my white tie, | |
| Brushing off up my tails. | |
| I'm doodin' up my shirt front, | |
| Puttin' in the shirt studs, | |
| Polishing my nails. | |
| I'm stepping 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 | |
| Dancing in my tails. |
| I just got an invitation through the mail. | |
| Your presence is requested this evening. | |
| It' s formal. Top hat, white tie and tails." | |
| Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails, | |
| Because I' m invited to step out this evening | |
| In top hat, white tie and tails. | |
| Oh, I' m puttin' on my top hat, | |
| Tying up my white tie, | |
| Brushing off up my tails. | |
| I' m doodin' up my shirt front, | |
| Puttin' in the shirt studs, | |
| Polishing my nails. | |
| I' m stepping 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 | |
| Dancing in my tails. |
| I just got an invitation through the mail. | |
| Your presence is requested this evening. | |
| It' s formal. Top hat, white tie and tails." | |
| Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails, | |
| Because I' m invited to step out this evening | |
| In top hat, white tie and tails. | |
| Oh, I' m puttin' on my top hat, | |
| Tying up my white tie, | |
| Brushing off up my tails. | |
| I' m doodin' up my shirt front, | |
| Puttin' in the shirt studs, | |
| Polishing my nails. | |
| I' m stepping 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 | |
| Dancing in my tails. |
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