文本歌词

Best dressed like a billion bucks.
Got a see through Top Hat and neon tuxedo.
It's neato.
Life's a gamble and casino that's the creedo.
We're going all in yes indeed.
Gamma ray, cummerbund, chequerboard, bowtie.
About to rock the beat till it capsizes.
Ain't no telling who might roll through.
Ain't no telling what we might do.
Give the stogie a whirl without a care in the world.
I see Shirley Temple curls give the cane a twirl.
Not scared of you ridiculing or ripping me.
Cos afterwards I'm sipping tea at breakfast with Tiffany.
Star of the show, Jacko's Billie Jean video.
Pop Life. But no Raspberry Beret.
Walked in Gin and Perrier in the foyer.
Lights at my feet as I step in the soiree.
I'm puttin' on my top hat.
Tyin' up my white tie.
Brushin' off my tails.
I'm dudin' up my shirt front.
Puttin' in the shirt studs.
Polishin' my nails.
Ground control. Major Atom bomb.
Crowd control. Laser lights go on.
Studio 54, strict dress code.
Pass the velvet rope, straight to impress mode.
Words scary though unnecessary - Depeche Mode.
I shop the less travelled road.
These threads glitter though are not gold.
Goodbye pork pie hat a la mode.
I'm puttin' on my top hat.
Tyin' up my white tie.
Brushin' off my tails.
I'm dudin' up my shirt front.
Puttin' in the shirt studs.
Polishin' my nails.