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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 shouting with all his might
Glory Hallelujah, puts the people in a fright.
You might think that Satan's coming up and down the aisle
But it's only preacher putting on the style.
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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.
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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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