They're putting on their top hats,
Tying up their white ties, brushing off their tails.
They're duding up their shirt fronts,
Putting in shirt studs, polishing their nails [Compo opted for wire wool and WD40 in a vain attempt to clean his] .
And they're stepping out, my dear,
To breathe an atmosphere that simply reeks with class [ Howard!!!! where do you think your going those windows need cleaning]
And I trust that you'll excuse our dust when we step on the gas,
For they'll be there putting down their top hats,
Mussing up their white ties, dancing in their tails.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL