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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