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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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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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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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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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,
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