Since my trips have been extensive... everywhere
I've become a much wiser gal
For I've noticed that expensive... underwear
Can improve a gal's morale

It is strange how lovely lingerie
Can affect a gal's false modesty
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk

Though she knows that boys are evil imps
Yet she yearns to give those boys a glimpse
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk

You can expect a lady to exert that certain pull
If she's wearing cotton stockings
And her bloomers are made of wool

But a woman's woes are at an end
And she's all prepared to make a friend
If she's wearing silk and satin
She's for pettin' and for pattin'
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk
It is strange what undergarments do
To convert a maiden's point of view
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk

She will never say her pride was hurt
Should a breeze blow by and lift her skirt
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk

You can not expect a debutante to show she's full of pep
If her slip is made of cotton
And her panties are made of rep

But she feels much more self-confident
And would dine alone with any gent
If she's wearing silk and satin
Give her broccoli au gratin
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk

Though a gal may have been born a prude
She can quite reverse her attitude
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk
With attractive trimmin's 'neath her dress
She can shake like hell and spell success
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk

You cannot expect a burlesque Queen
To cherish further hope
If her bra is made of buckram
And her g-string is made of rope

But she knows 'cause she has travelled miles
She can always lay em in the aisles
If she's wearing silk and satin
She can flatten Lord Mountbatten
If she's wearing silk and satin
Satin and silk