PUTTING ON THE STYLE



Young man in a carriage, driving like he's mad

With a team of horses, he's borrowed from his dad

He cracks his whip so lively, just to see his lady's smile

But she knows he's only putting on the style



Putting on the agony, putting on the style

That's what all the young folks are doing all the while

And as I look around me, I'm very apt to smile

To see so many people putting on the style



Sweet sixteen, she goes to church, just to see the boys

She laughs and she giggles at every little noise

She turns this way a little, she turns that way a while

But everybody knows she's only putting on the style



Young man in a restaurant smokes a dirty pipe

Looking like a pumpkin that's only halfway ripe

Smoking, drinking, chewing, and thinking all the way

There is nothing equal to putting on the style



Preacher in the pulpit shouting with all his might

Glory Hallelujah, puts the people in a fright

You might think that Satan's coming up the aisle

But it's only preacher putting on the style



Young man just back from college makes a big display

With a great big jawbreak that he can hardly say

It can't be found in Webster, and won't be for a while

But everybody knows he's only putting on the style



Doctor comes to see you, just to hold your hand

Feeds you pills and medicines and tells you you'll feel grand

And all the times he's talking, he wears a great big smile

Thinks he'll make a lot of money putting on the style



sung by Chad Mitchell Trio

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