Topless Tours                                                                                                   
Let's drop the top with a careless flop
And let in the wind and sun,
Let's dare the air and the noonday glare
Wherever the roads may run.
What do we care if our hair is curled
By all of the winds there are,
We'll ride on top of the cock-eyed world,
On the seats of a topless car!

Alas for the class that is housed in glass,
Conservatory-wise;
Who strain in vain through a windowpane
For a glimpse of the arching skies;
Who hide inside from the dust that's sworled,
And miss all the fun by far.
We ride on top of the cock-eyed world,
On the seats of a topless car!

We'll be as free as the hawks, to see
The sweep of the plain and hill.
We plan to tan like the gypsy clan
And savor teh gypsy thrill.
We'll view the hue of the dawn empearled
And at night we'll hail a star,
As we ride on top of the cock-eyed world,
On the seats of a topless car!



Published in: The Popular Magazine, September 7, 1927



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