Irving Berlin - Top Hat, White Tie, & Tails Songtexte

Just got an invitation through the mails:
Your presence requested this evening, its formal
A top hat, a white tie and tails
Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails
Because Iâ??m invited to step out this evening
With top hat, white tie and tails

Iâ??m puttinâ?? on my top hat
Tyinâ?? up my white tie
Brushinâ?? off my tails

Iâ??m dude-inâ?? up my shirt front
Puttinâ?? in the shirt studs
Polishinâ?? my nails

Iâ??m steppinâ?? out, my dear
To breathe an atmosphere that simply reeks with class
And I trust that youâ??ll excuse my dust when I step on the gas

For Iâ??ll be there
Puttinâ?? down my top hat
Mussinâ?? up my white tie
Dancinâ?? in my tails