Ballad Of The Garment Trade Lyrics

Ballad Of The Garment Trade lyrics

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...