Paroles: Soundtrack Artists. The Mink Lament.

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.