As I was saying to my dear old friend, Rex Reed, the other day
To succeed
You don't want brains or talent, diligence or guile
No, my simple little friend, the thing you need
To make your way
Is what the hoittiest-toits in the uppermost crust have
The one thing you must have
Is style

It's a matter of style, flair
Je ne sais quoi
Without it you're a bust
You gotta come on with that smile, that air
That qu'est-ce que c'est ca
As I told Jascha Heifetz
In our line of life it's
A must

They say clothes make the man if thеy beautifully adorn ya
From cuff to trouser leg to blousе
Now my clothes of course are by Devore of California
And who does yours—Levi Strauss

It's a matter of style, flair
Je ne sais quoi
Bravura, so to speak
You gotta come out with that smile, that air
That qu'est-ce que c'est ca
As I told Karen Horney
The day I was born I
Was chic
Alouette, gentil alouette
Alouette, je te plumerait
I don't mean to undercut you
You're a cute kid, sonny, but you
Haven't a chance of success

Still as I promised
Joanne Woodward
I'll put in a good word
No, don't thank me—I know
Quelle largesse

You see I got style, flair
Je ne sais quoi
That's what turns the wheel
Savoir faire, qu'est-ce que c'est ca
As I told Conrad Hilton
It gives us that built-in
Appeal

When a smart looking gent leads a classy
Mademoiselle in
You figure he's a classy man
Now I've got this Garbo, this Salome, this Helen
And who've you got—Raggedy Ann
You don't have the style, flair
Je ne sais quoi
What more can I say
You gotta come on with that smile, that air
That qu'est-ce que c'est ca
As I told Carlo Ponti
It's who's got the
Gentil plumerait
Gentil plumerait
Face it kid—
You're out of your league