dapper in my newest creation,
Swinging my malacca umbrella
I went strolling down the boulevard.
Now I knew I was creating a
and giving the pedestrians a treat.
Why? Because children pointed
with the cuticles painted.
But as I stepped into my town
It was Elsie Peppapood, a society columnist.
I can visualize her daily column saying,
Seated at Pismo Beach Clam House
Wearing a two -tone striped
with the herring removed.
And setting off his Winsdor tie,
was his tan reverse calfskin shoes.
Amongst the ten best -dressed men,
Durante is definitely number eleven.
As we greeted each other effusiously,
I took Miss Peppapoo by the arm.
While I complimented her on her attire,
My clothes I waited for her to admire,
And I waited, and I waited, and I waited,
And I waited, and I waited.
Why, the styles changed three times
In other words, I'm a fugitive,
shunned by those in the know.
they criticized my long underwear.
I should wear tailored precision shorts
with cross -ventilations. But what would
I was invited down to Newport on a big yacht.
I came in my new baiting suit,
I was the subject of malicious gossip,
and the captain told me why.
You see, my trunks fitted all right,
but my halter kept slipping off my shoulder.
Now, was there any reason for the captain
to give each sailor an oar
And say, sorry, Mr. Durante,
The dinky will take you ashore.
In one minute, I went from a lifted pinky
Me Durante the Delatante.
They claimed I should have worn
a double -breasted marine blue flannel
blazer with brass buttons,
white cricket -clawed slacks,
Nassau coconut straw hat with club band,
and white buckskin unlined shoes
with red rubber soles and heels,
That's why I'm a fugitive,
I'm just a shattered, I'm just a broken,
I'm just a shattered, broken fashion plate.