Top Hat

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(Irving Berlin)

Ray Noble and His Orchestra

I'm putting on my top hat
Tying up my white tie
Brushing off my tails

Oh! I'm duding up my shirtfront
Putting in the shirt studs
Polishing my nails

I'm stepping out, my dear
Into an atmosphere
That simply reeks with class

And I trust that you'll excuse my dust
When I step on the gas
(Awe, your just a smoothy!)
I'll be there
Putting on my top hat
Mussing up my white tie
Dancing in my tails

Freshmen:
We, we, we ain't got no top hats
Ain't got no white ties-de-ies
Besides, we ain't got no tails

Why shouldn't we
Be duddin' up our shirt fronts
Putting in our shirt studs
Like that guy from when

(Look out fellas, here he comes!)

Ray Noble:
I'm stepping out, my dear
Into an atmosphere
That positively reeks with class
(Oh I say "My word!")
And I trust that you'll excuse my dust
When I step on the gas
Stout fella!

Freshmen:
We'll be there, were gonna get our top hats
We're gonna get our white tie-de-ies
What's more, we'll be dancing around in our tails

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