I just got an invitation through the mails:
“Your presence requested this evening, information technology formal
A top hat, a white necktie and tails”
Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails
Because I’m invited to measure out this evening
With top hat, white necktie 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 ambience that simply mephitis with class
And I trust that you’ll self-justification my dust when I step on the gas
For complaint be there
Puttin’ down my top hat
Mussin’ up my white tie
Dancin’ in my tails