Young man in a hot car, driving like he's mad;
He's got just one-dollar bill, he borrowed from his dad.
He guns his rod so lively, just to see his lady smile,
But she knows he's only Putting on the style.

Putting on the agony, Putting on the style,
That's what all the young folks are doing all the while.
And as I look a - round me, It makes me want to smile,
To see so many people Putting on the Style.