A little polish on these old shoes Whose leather time has abused A little polish on these old shoes Will make ‘em shine like brand new In the attic, in the half-light This old suit don't look so well (Well, and it smells) On the collar is a little tear Man, the stories this suit could tell But if you brush off the cobwebs This old suit still looks swell And it seems like only yesterday When you walked on down the aisle With your corsage on your sweaty palm Your face in a feverish smile How I recall those memories A little polish on these cufflinks Yeah, they're silver, no, they ain't gold (No, they ain't gold) An inscription there in Latin Whose meaning you never were told But if you shine up the cufflinks They never, ever look old And it seems like only yesterday When you first put on that suit With your slicked-back hair, your boutonniere Man, the girls, they thought you looked cute How I recall those memories A little polish on these old shoes Whose leather time has abused A little polish on these old shoes Will make ‘em shine like brand new A little polish is gonna make ‘em shine Like brand new