Stitches - Lost Society

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 sumping kind of tells me that he's nursing the blues In High, High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety 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 In High, High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety 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 In 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 You might also like That's My Desire Louis Armstrong Blueberry Hill Louis Armstrong La Vie En Rose Louis Armstrong In High, High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety