Testi Soundtracks :: B

Chorus:



Without a mink exterior,

My complex is inferior,

My plight is even sadder than you think.

For a lady is admired

And so ardently desired,

Providing she's attired in a mink.

My name is never mentioned with the smart set of New York,

I guess that Winchell wouldn't waste the ink.

I can't get by the doorman at the Colony or Stork

Without a mink, without a mink.

They won't take me at Liz Arden's when I want a hairdo done,

I'm so upset, I cannot sleep a wink;

They won't even let me in to use the phone at Twenty-One,

In fact, I'm just a bust without a mink.

My life is filled with gloom,

I'll never know the gay diversion

Of a midnight in the Persian Room.

The world is all aloof,

I have to samba in the Roseland,

But never on the Waldorf Roof.

I'd love to go to Belmont Park, but I'd feel out of place,

Although I really should be tickled pink.

But a thoroughbred like Whirlaway would simply quit the race,

If he saw a lady there without a mink.

Yes, without a mink exterior,

My complex is inferior,

My plight is even sadder than you think.

But my spirits will be bolstered,

The day I'm re-upholstered

In a slick and shiny

Too diviney,

Satin-liney mink.