| Song | Top Hat, White Tie And Tails |
| Artist | Fred Astaire |
| Album | Fred Astaire's Finest Hour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Berlin | |
| (from "Top Hat") | |
| I just got an invitation through the mail. | |
| "Your presence is requested this evening. | |
| It's formal. Top hat, white tie and tails." | |
| Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails, | |
| Because I'm invited to step out this evening | |
| In top hat, white tie and tails. | |
| Oh, I'm puttin' on my top hat, | |
| Tying up my white tie, | |
| Brushing off up my tails. | |
| I'm doodin' up my shirt front, | |
| Puttin' 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. | |
| For I'll be there... | |
| Puttin' down my top hat | |
| Mussin' up my white tie | |
| Dancing in my tails. |
| zuo qu : Berlin | |
| from " Top Hat" | |
| I just got an invitation through the mail. | |
| " Your presence is requested this evening. | |
| It' s formal. Top hat, white tie and tails." | |
| Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails, | |
| Because I' m invited to step out this evening | |
| In top hat, white tie and tails. | |
| Oh, I' m puttin' on my top hat, | |
| Tying up my white tie, | |
| Brushing off up my tails. | |
| I' m doodin' up my shirt front, | |
| Puttin' 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. | |
| For I' ll be there... | |
| Puttin' down my top hat | |
| Mussin' up my white tie | |
| Dancing in my tails. |
| zuò qǔ : Berlin | |
| from " Top Hat" | |
| I just got an invitation through the mail. | |
| " Your presence is requested this evening. | |
| It' s formal. Top hat, white tie and tails." | |
| Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails, | |
| Because I' m invited to step out this evening | |
| In top hat, white tie and tails. | |
| Oh, I' m puttin' on my top hat, | |
| Tying up my white tie, | |
| Brushing off up my tails. | |
| I' m doodin' up my shirt front, | |
| Puttin' 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. | |
| For I' ll be there... | |
| Puttin' down my top hat | |
| Mussin' up my white tie | |
| Dancing in my tails. |