(Cole Porter)
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Louis Armstrong - 1956
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[Armstrong]
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Just dig that scenery floating by,
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We're now approaching Newport, Rhode I.
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We've been, for years, In Variety,
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But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're going to be
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[All]
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In High, High So-
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High So-ci-,
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High So-ci-ety.
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[Armstrong]
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I wanna play for my former pal-
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He runs the local jazz festival.
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His name is Dexter and he's good news,
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But sumping kind of tells me that he's nursing the blues
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[All]
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In High, High So-,
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High So-ci-,
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High So-ci-ety.
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[Armstrong]
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He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas,
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Thought writing songs was beneath his class,
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But writing songs he'd not stop, of course,
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And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce
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[All]
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In High, High So-,
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High So-ci-,
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High So-ci-ety.
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[Armstrong]
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To make him sadder, his former wife
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begins tomorrow a brand-new life.
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She started lately a new affair
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And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square
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[All]
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In High So-,
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High So-ci-,
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High So-ci-ety.
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[Armstrong]
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But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,
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To stop that wedding and kill that match.
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I'll toot my trumpet to start the fun,
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And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son,
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[All]
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In High, High So-
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High So-ci-,
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High So-ci-ety.
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High Society Calypso
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Louis Armstrong |