Song | Top Hat, White Tie And Tails |
Artist | Fred Astaire |
Album | The Irving Berlin Songbook |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Berlin | |
(from "Top Hat") | |
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. |
zuo qu : Berlin | |
from " Top Hat" | |
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. |
zuò qǔ : Berlin | |
from " Top Hat" | |
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. |