I've just got an invitation to the mail Your presence requested this evening's formal Tablets, white tie, and tails Nothing now could take you in out of my sails Because I'm invited to step out this evening With tablets, white tie, and tails Oh, I'm putting on my top hat Tying up my white tie Brushing off my tails Oh, I'm tutting up my shirt front Putting 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 Putting on my top hat Muscling up my white tie Dancing in the tails Oh, I'm putting on my top hat Tying up my white tie Brushing off my tails Yes, I'm tutting up my shirt front Putting 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 Putting on my top hat Muscling up my white tie Dancing in my tails Oh, I'm putting on my top hat Muscling up my white tie Putting on my top hat Swinging with that tie and tails Look at your man swinging Swinging in that top hat And my white tie and my tails I'm stepping out, my dear, to breathe an atmosphere That simply reeks with class Yes, I trust that you'll excuse my dust When I step on the gas Top hat In my tails Take that white tie, boy A-bee-ba-dee-da-dee-da-da-da-say