High Society Calypso
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 In High, High So- High So-ci-, High So-ci-ety. I want to 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 In High, High So-, High So-ci-, High So-ci-ety. 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 In High, High So-, High So-ci-, High So-ci-ety. 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 In High So-, High So-ci-, High So-ci-ety. 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, In High, High So- High So-ci-, High So-ci-ety.
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