Putting On The Style
(Last four verses by Adrienne)
Young man in a carriage, drivin like he’s mad With a pair of horses he borrowed from his Dad Cracks the whip so lively just to see his lady smile But she knows he’s only - puttin on the style
Puttin on the agony - puttin on the style That’s what all the young folks are doin all the while And as I look around me - I’m very apt to smile To see so many people - puttin on the style
Sweet 16 and goes to church just to see the boys Laughs & screams & giggles at every little noise Turns this way a little, then turns this way a while But we know she’s only - puttin on the style
Congressman from Washington, lookin mighty slick Wants to get elected and get back there real quick Beats his breast and hollers, waves the flag a while He don’t know that WE know, he’s puttin on the style
Preacher in the pulpit, shouts with all his might Glory hallelujah, put the people in a fright You might think that Satan’s comin up & down the aisle But it’s only the preacher - puttin on the style
See the buff sport climber, climbin at the gym Wears that sexy lycra, so we’ll all look at him But he’s never climbed a Teton, and couldn’t hike a mile So we know he’s only - puttin on the style.
See the hairy boater, in his kayak green Hoggin waves at Lunch Counter, just so he’ll be seen He only boats on Saturday, and Sundays for a while So we know he’s only - puttin on the style.
See the big backpacker, hiking all around Swears he’ll hike his comrades right straight into the ground Takes an hour’s rest stop, every quarter mile So we know he’s only - puttin on the style.
(Original verses and more are in Rise Up Singing, The Group Singing Songbook on page 4)
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