Lyrics:
gowns and cravats and entitled little brats Xmas is for rich folk They don't give a fuck about you and me The spoiled brats say I want my brand new nike
hmm hmm, Delaware You got a line of jive that's really zoo Well I'll dig you later, baby you're all root You're the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat
back to the breeze My dinner clothes may dine where they please For all I really want is you And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze My dinner clothes may dine where they please For all I really want is you And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat To Harpo goes my
the things I've always dream of I got some jungle gym pajamas and some Alpine hats Some real Parisian painted neckwear that they call cravats They are hard
minutes late All Aboard All Aboard All Aboard All Aboard Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there Put on your silk cravat
hmm hmm, Delaware You got a line of jive that's really zoo Well I'll dig you later, baby you're all root You're the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat
Youre the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat, and you really know your stuff! If you feel that way, tell me what you say? A hubba-hubba-hubba ruff
back to the breeze My dinner clothes may dine where they please For all I really want is you And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat To Harpo goes my
really zoo Well, I?ll dig you later, baby, you?re all root You?re the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat And you really know your stuff If you feel
win them like that stand pat Put on your gayest cravat But keep your feet on the ground Oh boy, how they'll come around Just treat them high hat
window shut? Window shut Charming, but I don't think I'll fall in love today Did you pick that cravat? I did that Here's your hat I don't think I'll
back to the breeze My dinner clothes may dine where they please For all I really want is you And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze My dinner clothes may dine where they please For all I really want is you And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze My dinner clothes may dine where they please For all I really want is you And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat To Harpo goes my
angels but our missions to kill the baddest So we gotta blast the bastards with our rap and apparatus's Never let off the ravage on 'em like cravats
to the breeze, My dinner clothes may dine where they please, For all I really want is you! And to Groucho Marx I give my cravat, To Harpo goes my shiny silk
this' and 'Paddy do that' With doles of stock and our cravat And nothing but an old straw hat We're working on the railway Tirramy oh re oh re ay Tirramy
a psychiatrist Could be humble, could be proud Could be a face in the crowd Could be the soldier in the white cravat Who turns the key in spite of the fact
big fat cigar Tweed hat, cravat and four birds on your arm I'm just a tin pan boy, do you want to take that toy? Hey, you, Mr. Developer Hey, you,
big fat cigar Tweed hat, cravat and four birds on your arm I'm just a tin pan boy, do you want to take that toy? Hey, you, Mr. Developer Hey, you,
[GIRLS] That's what he's here for [BILLY] That's what I'm here for I don't care for wearin' silk cravats Ruby studs, satin spats Don't mean a thing All I
the Restoration dandy, spent hours every morning Putting exactly the right crease into his cravats by lowering his chin Just so Often, his valet would carry out
right, and I don't want to find you down there on the floor You may arranged your cravat tight, but you are knocking on the wrong door Talking and talking
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