ARMSTRONG:
Just dig that scenery floatin' by.
we're now approachin' Newport Rhode 1.
We've been forever in Variety.
But Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're goin' to be
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter and he's good news,
But sumpin' kinda tells me that he's nursing' the blues
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas,
Thought writin' songs was beneath his class,
But writin' songs he'd not stop, of course,
And so he flew to Vegas for a quicky divorce.
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
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.
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
ARMSTRONG:
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,
To stop that weddin' and kill that match.
I'll not toot my trumpet to start the fun,
And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son,
ALL:
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,
High So-ci-ety.
