My Sunday Suit

I gave one shout and every quiet fell when the room found out.
If the floor gets crowded,
I make it wider; if the lights burn low,
I stand a little higher.
If my collar gets loose,
I call that style; I came for the rhythm and I stayed for her smile.
Take it downtown, that is my suit.
My Sunday suit, mmm, my Sunday suit—step aside.
I walk in wearing my Sunday suit and leave with the whole room dancing.
My Sunday suit, mmm, my Sunday suit—that is right.
I got a Saturday grin and a Sunday suit,
And a little more nerve than I ought to.
My Sunday suit, my Sunday suit—look out now.
When I walk in my Sunday suit, even the walls start dancing.
Sunday suit, keep that beat.
Sunday suit, I am dressed to stay all night.