Текст песни Ballad Of The Garment Trade

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 Yet it's about as much your business is 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...