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 Mrs America's answer be
Will she say with a tossing head
In that rag I wouldn't drop dead
Or will she say yes this dress is really me
On guessing what a dame will say
A sheer impossibility
These poor kid's bravely work away
And try to build that industry
How crazy bold and reckless
Can human beings be
Hip hip hooray
For the garment trade
Give a cheer that will amuse our heroes everyone
Day after day
They go undismayed
To the cockamamie job that must be done
Off to the fray
On the brave crusade
Gallant ladies' garment trade
Go in health
God speed
Indigestion's breed
Men and ulcers on parade
What a business
What a sap game
It's about as much a business as a crap game
Snapper zipper hole or button
All we know is what the experts know from nothin'
So the last line you got by 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 in
Off to the fray
On the brave crusade
Gallant ladies' garment trade
Go in health
God speed
Indigestion's breed
Men and ulcers on parade
Off to the fray
On the brave crusade
Gallant ladies' garment trade
Go in health
God speed
Indigestion's breed
Men and ulcers on
Parade
