Introd: 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.