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 want to 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 cla**,
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 k** 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,
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.