Louis Armstrong 78rpm record playing on an early 1920's gramophone
Lyrics for the song High Society Calypso by Louis 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
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter and he's good news,
But something kind of tells me that boy's nursing the blues
In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
"High Society"
In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
He's got the blues, cause 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
In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
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,
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.
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