High Society Calypso lyrics
Soundtrack: High Society
ARMSTRONG:
Just dig that scenery floatin' by.
we're now approachin' Newport Rhode 1.
We've been forever in Variety.
But Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're goin' to be
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter and he's good news,
But sumpin' kinda tells me that he's nursing' the blues
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas,
Thought writin' songs was beneath his class,
But writin' songs he'd not stop, of course,
And so he flew to Vegas for a quicky divorce.
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
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.
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,
To stop that weddin' and kill that match.
I'll not toot my trumpet to start the fun,
And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son,
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
Back to the High Society SoundtrackJust dig that scenery floatin' by.
we're now approachin' Newport Rhode 1.
We've been forever in Variety.
But Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're goin' to be
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter and he's good news,
But sumpin' kinda tells me that he's nursing' the blues
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas,
Thought writin' songs was beneath his class,
But writin' songs he'd not stop, of course,
And so he flew to Vegas for a quicky divorce.
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
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.
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,
To stop that weddin' and kill that match.
I'll not toot my trumpet to start the fun,
And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son,
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.