Lyrics
[verse]
He struts along the avenue at noon
In trousers cut precisely to the trend
His tailor's bill will ruin him quite soon
But image, darling, image to the end
He checks his cufflinks in the window glass
He tilts his hat the way the posters say
He wouldn't dream of letting fashion pass
He lives and dies by what the mags portray
[chorus]
He's a dedicated creature of the scene
Pressed and polished, sharpest ever seen
Every stitch reported, every seam
He's a dedicated creature of the scene
[verse]
He changes colors like a weathervane
Whatever's hip on Monday, he'll be there
By Tuesday it's already too plain
He's already found another flair
He'll wear a scarf that costs a month of rent
Just to be seen among the stylish crowd
He measures worth in every cent he's spent
And calls his vanity a fashion cloud
[chorus]
He's a dedicated creature of the scene
Pressed and polished, sharpest ever seen
Every stitch reported, every seam
He's a dedicated creature of the scene
[bridge]
Oh what a sight, oh what a peacock parade
He'll follow trends until the trends all fade
And when they ask him who he really is
He'll simply point back at the latest quiz
[chorus]
He's a dedicated creature of the scene
Pressed and polished, sharpest ever seen
Every stitch reported, every seam
He's a dedicated creature of the scene
