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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.
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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.
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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 while
There is nothing equal to putting on the style.
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Preacher in the pulpit shouts with all his might.
"Glory Hallelujah!", puts the people in a fright.
You might think that Satan's running up and down the aisle
But it's just the preacher putting on the style.
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Young man home from college makes a big display
With a great big jawbreaker 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.
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Country lads and lasses, going to the scenes,
Looking fresh as dew drops on a bunch of garden greens.
Gingerbread and candy, eating all the while,
Going to the circus, putting on the style.
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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.
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