This is the season of the skirt and the wedding ring
Fashion model on the runway with the next new thing
People stop and they stare
Itâs not just her hair
Sheâs got on a skirt that no one else could wear
They call that style
I take a walk by the river with the sunset fire
Brooklyn Bridge, a tapestry aloft on wire
You could say itâs just a way
To get from here across and bay
But the walkin' it shure feels so fine and gay
Itâs got style
As the years pass by
We will stop and sigh
For the girl in blue
And her stiletto shoes
And the bridge lifted high
To next centuries sky
They had style
Itâs 1913, now theyâre putting up the Woolworth tower
Slender arches and filigree as white as flour
No its grandure wonât last
Itâll soon be overpassed
But tonight it glows like something right and blessed
Itâs got style
And on the TV, thereâs Sinatra and thereâs Fred Astaire
You can almost tell the year just by the clothes they wear
But thereâs something in the way
They strike a pose and what they say
That is far beyond a year or just a day
Man, they got style
Years have past
What of all this will last
Thereâs no way to know
What only years will show
And thereâs no master plan
You just do it the best you can
Do it in your style