Bing Crosby & Rosemary Clooney - Chicago Style lyrics

Look out You ready for this? Who's that comin' down the thoroughfare? The sunshine flashin' on his ring Bowin' left and right and here and there That's Chester, the trombone king He gets his shirts straight from Paris, cigarettes from the Nile He talks like a eyebrow but he plays Chicago style He gets his shoes made in London and they're real crocodile But he plays trombone Chicago style And he sometimes plays sweet hup-toodle-oodle-oodle-dee-ooo But sweet or hot he's always got that real gut bucket beat He's got a neat Latin moustache and the girls love his smile But he plays trombone Chicago style A trombone made in Newark played in Chicago style Chicago style Chicago style He gets his neckties from Naples and his socks from Argyle Speaks Oxford English but he plays Chicago style Wears a stickpin from Rio, are you listenin'? You can see it for a mile but he plays trombone Chicago style And he sometimes plays sweet uncle Jake's weary blues But sweet or hot, he's always got that real gut bucket beat He likes New York for the Opera and gets two on the aisle But he plays trombone Chicago style A trombone made in Newark played in Chicago style Yes, sir, hey, hey A trombone played Chicago style