If
you don't want to get nervous
Do
yourself a great big service
Stay
away please far from Seventh Avenue
You
can lose your sense and reason
Guessing
what style for next season
Yes,
the dress business will make a wreck of you
It's
a battle of fierce and grim
That
depends on the ladies' whim
What'll
Miss and Misses America's answer be
Will
she say with a tossing head
And
that rare guy wouldn't drop dead
Or
she'll say : yes, this dress is really me
On
guessing what, a day will say
A
sheer impossibility
This
poor kid's brave, he worked away
And
try to build that industry
How
crazy, bold and reckless
Can
human beings be...
Hip,
hip, hooray!
For
the garment trade
Hear
the cheer to push the music hits us everyone
Day
after day...
They
go on this way
To
the cockeyed way the job that must be done
Off
to the fray on the brave crusade
Gallant
ladies' garment trade
Though
in health got speed
In
a gesture breed, made all answers on parade
What
a business what a sack game
Yet
it's about as much your business is a crap game
Snapper,
zipper, bowler, button
All
we know is what the experts know from nothin'
So
the last line you got pie with
Coming
right up is another you could die with
If
you're right the dough could flow in
If
you're not you haven't got a pot to sew with
Off
to the fray on the brave crusade
Gallant
ladies' garment trade
Though
in health got speed
In
a gesture breed, made all answers on parade
Off
to the fray on the brave crusade
Gallant
ladies' garment trade
Though
in health got speed
In
a gesture breed, made all answers on parade...