Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cornet Man”
- (Jule Styne/Bob Merrill) Wa wa wa? Is that all you can say? The lady ain't been born Can't take the place of a horn With the cornet man I'll go on with this blowing Traveling cornet man Just anytime they call him He leaves his wife and kiddies Sitting with their tongues out To play for peanuts in some dive And blow his lungs out He'll hop the choo-choo on the moon It's noticed to play somedays with Billy Bates A ragtime oldies The lady ain't see light Can't give a home a fair fight With that cornet man A rutting shooten A never tooten dapadam Who carries in his schedule Upon the blue North folks suit A silver plated wow, wow mute There is drinking, gambling Each one a curse But I'm over against A devil that's worse Yeah, a horn is my thorn He's the traveling cornet man He's gotta go Up on the road He's got some dates That Millie hates He leaves his notice On ragtime oldies He's gotta go Back on the road The lady ain't see light Can't give a home a fair a fight With that cornet man A rutting shooten A never tooten dapadam Who carries in his schedule Upon the blue North folks suit Silver plated wow, wow mute There is drinking, gambling Each one is a curse But I'm over against A devil that's worse Yeah, a horn is my thorn He's the traveling cornet man Say it again! Upon the blue North folks suit A silver plated wow, wow mute He's shy on height He's short on weight But he's the only man Can make my coffee percolate I never dare My cornet player man...
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