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 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 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 those cufflinks   They never, ever look old      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 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