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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[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
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[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
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[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
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[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,