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

Well, if you're lookin' for a good time Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find The kinda good time you will Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille Well at the Top Hat Bar and Grille There is a waitress name of Lil Well, she's a honky tonky Little bit chunky, divorcee She wear them tight hippy hugger slacks You can believe me when I tell you, Jack That she's a dancin', prancin', hard romancin' P I E C E And she can do the boogie woogie She can do the boogaloo And she can do the hootchie cootchie Oh and she knows how to nasty too So if you're lookin' for a good time Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find The kinda good time you will Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille Well at the Top Hat Bar and Grille They got this bouncer name of Gil Well he a honky tonky Heavily funky, ex-marine He wear them skintight body builder shirts And Jack, he'll knock you out into the dirt But if you got you no money or you try to get funny Then mother you gonna see, yeah That man gonna do the boogie woogie He gonna do the boogaloo He gonna do the hootchie cootchie And he'll be doin' all his dancin' on you So if you're lookin' for a good time Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find The kinda bad time you will Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille Lookin' for a good time Lookin' for a bad time So if you're lookin' for a good time Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find The kinda good time you will Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Heaven... I'm in heaven, And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek. Heaven... I'm in heaven, And the cares that hung around me through the week, Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak, When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek. Oh, I love to climb a mountain, And to reach the highest peak. But it doesn't thrill me half as much As dancing cheek to cheek. Oh, I love to go out fishing In a river or a creek. But I don't enjoy it half as much As dancing cheek to cheek. Dance with me! I want my arms about you. The charms about you Will carry me through to... Heaven... I'm in heaven, And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

(From "The Gay Divorcee") GINGER: Beautiful music... Dangerous rhythm... It's something daring, The Continental, A way of dancing that's really ultra new. It's very subtle, The Continental, Because it does what you want it to do. It has a passion, The Continental, An invitation to moonlight and romance. It's quite the fashion, The Continental, Because you tell of your love while you dance. Your lips whisper so tenderly. Her eyes answer your song. Two bodies swaying, The Continental, And you are saying just what you're dreaming of. So keep on dancing, The Continental, For it's a song of romance and of love. You kiss while you're dancing. (FRED: (spoken) That's not a bad idea.) The Continental, hmmmmm. It's continental. You sing while you're dancing. Your voice is gentle and sentimental. You stroll together arm in arm. You nonchalantly glide along with grace and charm. You will find while you're dancing That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul, A certain rhythm that you can't control, And you will do The Continental all the time. ERIC RHODES: Beautiful music... Dangerous rhythm... It's something daring, The Continental, A way of dancing that's really ultra-new. It's very subtle, The Continental, Because it does what you want it to do. It has a passion, The Continental, An invitation to moonlight and romance. It's quite the fashion, The Continental, Because you tell of your love while you dance. Your lips whisper so tenderly. Her eyes answer your song! Two bodies swaying, The Continental, And you are saying just what you're thinking of. So keep on dancing, The Continental, For it's a song of romance and of love. You kiss while you're dancing. The Continental, Continental. You sing while you're dancing. Your voice is gentle, so sentimental. You know before this dance is through That you're in love with she and she's in love with you. You'll find while you're dancing Here's a rhythm in your heart and soul, A certain rhythm that you can't control, And you will do The Continental all the time. LILLIAN MILES: Dukes and lords of noble station Love the new sophistication of The Continental. In a Belgian hall room, In a Monte Carlo ballroom, you will see The Continental. In the Paris bistros crowded with Apache, You will see The Continental in the best French fashion. Spain and Italy, Transylvania, Norway, Sweden and Rumania do The Continental. On the dike of Zuider Zee, The wooden shoes have found the key to Continental. It's like a fever. It's like a plague. It's swept all Europe From Moscow to The Hague. You kiss while you're dancing. The Continental, the rhythm is driving you wild. The Continental, a meter that isn't so mild. You sing while you're dancing. His voice is gentle. It thrills you, the touch of his hand. The Continental, a meter that you understand. You'll know before this dance is through That you're in love with her and she's in love with you. You'll find while you're dancing That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul, A certain rhythm that you can't control, The Continental. Continental. Continental!