| 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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| In high, high so
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| High soci
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| High society
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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 something kind of tells me that he’s nursing the blues
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| In high, high so
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| High soci
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| High society
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| He’s got the blues cause 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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| In high so
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| High soci
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| High society
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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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| In high, high so
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| High soci
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| High society
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| In high society
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| Can you dig old Satchmo swinging in the beautiful high society |