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...