Louis Armstrong - 1956
[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
[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 sumping kind of 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 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
[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 So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
[Armstrong]
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,
[All]
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
(Cole Porter) Louis Armstrong - 1956 [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 [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 sumping kind of 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 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 [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 So-, High So-ci-, High So-ci-ety. [Armstrong] 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, [All] In High, High So- High So-ci-, High So-ci-ety. Explain Request ×
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