i'm jimmy that well-dressed man an international sort of dapper damn say when it comes to design
and clothes i got it all over chaparral why i'm a regular fashion blue plate with a choice of two
vegetables one for each lapel just feel the snifty piece of gabardine you know it's the
finest piece of goods you ever see i hope you don't think that this suit is all that i own
it's ridiculous why i spend three thousand dollars a year on mort balls alone i'm jimmy that well
dressed man deny that if you can he can't deny it i'm jimmy that well dressed man change the
tempo of that music last night after a hard day looking through the fashion magazines
to see what the competition is doing
i decided to dump the body beautiful in a hot bath so i filled the tub with hot water
taking off my pink slippers my bobby socks and my double-breasted bathroom i sat in the tub
i was shaking some bad salts into the water i like my tub well seasoned when what happens
the front doorbell rings so i gets out of my hot tub puts on my bobby socks my pink slippers
and my double-breasted bathroom goes to the door and who is it but my neighbor mrs schwartz
she wants to borrow a lump of sugar to put into a coffee
and back i goes into the bathroom i takes off my pink slippers my bobby socks and my double-breasted
bathrobe and again reclines in my nice hot tub i'm scrubbing my funny bone just for a few laughs
when the doorbell rings again this time it's the back door so once more i gets out of my hot tub
puts on my bobby socks my pink slippers and my double-breasted bathrobe goes to the back door
and who is it this time what a small world it's mrs schwartz again she's returning a lump of sugar
which is still damn from the coffee very considerate so back i goes into the bathroom takes off my pink
slippers my bobby socks and my double-breasted bathrobe and once more i gets back into my hot tub
which is now tepid i'm just starting to relax playing with my sail boat when again the doorbell
rings i leaps out of my hot tub goes to slip on my bat robe and what happens i slip on a cake
of soap instead my head hits the tub my leg hits the sink at the top at all i strain back to the


a liniment right in my tibia. Now I'm fermenting. So I drags myself to the telephone, calls my
physician, explains what happens to me, and said, Doc, what shall I do? He says, Durrani, there's
only one thing to do. Stay home and take a hot bath. This is the final humiliation. But even
though I'm laid up and hoes need combat too, my bandages are monogrammed and trimmed, yes,
and baby blue. Yes, I'm trimming that well-dressed man. Deny that if you can. He can't deny it. I'm
trimming that well-dressed man.