High Society - Louis Armstrong

Just dig that scenery floating by

We’re now approaching Newport, Rhode I

We’ve been, for years, In Variety

But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we’re going to be

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I wanna play for my former pal-

He runs the local jazz festival

His name is Dexter and he’s good news

But sumping kind of tells me that he’s nursing the blues

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He’s got the blues 'cause his wife, alas

Thought writing songs was beneath his class

But writing songs he’d not stop, of course

And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce

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To make him sadder, his former wife

Begins tomorrow a brand-new life

She started lately a new affair

And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square

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But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch

To stop that wedding and kill that match

I’ll toot my trumpet to start the fun

And play in such a way that she’ll come back to you, son

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