On:   I´m putting on my top hat,
tying up my tie,
brushing off my tails.
I´m doing up my shirt front,
putting in my shirt studs,
polishing my nails.

Ona: I´m stepping out, my dear,
to breathe an atmosphere
that simply reeks of class.

On:   And I´ll trust that you´ll excuse my dust,
when I step on the gas.

Oba: For I´ll be there
putting on my top hat,
tying up my tie
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night