Top Hat, White Tie and Tales - Fred Astaire, Ирвинг Берлин

I just got an invitation through the mails:

«Your presence requested this evening, it’s formal

A top hat, a white tie and tails»

Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails

Because I’m invited to step out this evening

With top hat, white tie 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 atmosphere that simply reeks with class

And I trust that you’ll excuse my dust when I step on the gas

For I’ll be there

Puttin' down my top hat

Mussin' up my white tie

Dancin' in my tails