Oh, once a year when the moon is right And all the stars are twinkling bright It's time to show some panache, With a monocle and a moustache! So don your hats and ties and suits And polish up those shiny boots It's time to show some class, And take to the streets en masse! For the Holiday that none shall surpass:
Sophisticus (hurrah!), Sophisticus (hurrah!) The most soshisticated of days When we uncork those cabernets Sophisticus (hurrah!), Sophisticus (hurrah!) We're all aware that this is the best Excuse to ditch the missus and extricate yourself and drink to your health with us... On Sophisticus!
Gentlemen, it's time to be spiffy So put on some pants it won't take a jiffy We're worldly and refined! So leave your mess behind! The world is ours to contemplate At the Gentlemen's Club so don't be late! It's evident we've earned our place By a monocle on the face For sophisticated gentlemen are the superior race!
Sophisticus (hurrah!), Sophisticus (hurrah) The most sophisticated time
For any gentleman in his prime
Sophisticus (hurrah!) let's go fisticuffs (huzzah!) We travel by aeroplane Or steam-powered railway train So get rid of your cares And put on some airs Because can you not tell That we're classy as hell Because none of you haters are sophisticated as us... On Sophisticus!