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  • 作词 : MELROSE, WALTER/STEELE, PORTER
    (Cole Porter)
    Louis Armstrong - 1956
    [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
    [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 sumping kind of 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 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
    [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 So-,
    High So-ci-,
    High So-ci-ety.
    [Armstrong]
    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,
    [All]
    In High, High So-
    High So-ci-,
    High So-ci-ety.
  • 作词 : MELROSE, WALTER/STEELE, PORTER
    (Cole Porter)
    Louis Armstrong - 1956
    [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
    [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 sumping kind of 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 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
    [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 So-,
    High So-ci-,
    High So-ci-ety.
    [Armstrong]
    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,
    [All]
    In High, High So-
    High So-ci-,
    High So-ci-ety.