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

It's about as much your business as 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