All penguins dream of Tuxedo Park
The legend told throughout Antarctica
Paradise in the Northern Hemisphere
Albertans putting on the ritz
Big waste of style in snow and ice
All dressed up and nowhere to go
Formal attire for a drab South Pole
Poor penguins yearn for a classier home
They shuffle along snowy pathways
Their tears on polar ice caps drip
For fashion, foothills, warm chinooks
For a luxurious place of true belonging
If only their small wings could fly
To the glitz and glamour surely there
To Calgary’s Tuxedo Park
Swanky Stampede Soirées everywhere
